Third Person

[00:31.40] I feel so outside, of the realms of the stitching.
[00:35.60] So very inside, arms frailing and kicking
[00:39.46] Symbolically I'm taking hold
[00:42.13] Harmonically my soul is sold to me
[00:45.66] I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side
[00:49.32] In my veins not a quitter.
[00:51.35] First and second and third person
[00:54.05] First and second and third person!
[01:28.48] Once seemed like mountains, proceed to the fountains
[01:32.07] Of the angriest youth, you could ever imagine.
[01:36.36] 7300 sunsets have passed since we last tapped that fountain
[01:42.27] That mountain of anger has grown a brain with thought, and reason.
[02:27.56] No better sight than before my eyes.
[02:31.32] It's as though history repeats itself.again.
[02:39.71] Much different this time
[02:41.55] Better form, better fitting.
[02:43.34] An angle from up high, born when I first listen.
[02:47.28] Historically it has been told, harmonically your soul is sold to old.
[02:52.75] I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side
[02:56.79] In my veins not a quitter
[02:59.32] First and second, and third person
[03:01.48] First and second and third person!
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