| Paroles: | My shadow sheding skin,
and I've been picking scabs again.
I'm down, digging through
my
old muscless, for a clue.
I've been crawling on my belly,
clearing out what could have
been.
I've been wallowin in my on confused,
and insecure dillusions,
for a piece to
cross me over,
or a word to guide me in.
i wanna feel the changes comming down,
i wanna
know what I've been hiding in.
My shaddow, my shaddow,
change is comming through, my
shaddow,
my shaddow's shedding skin,
and I've been picking my scabs again.
I've
been crawling on my belly,
clearing out what could have been,
I've been wallowing in my own
chaotic,
and insecure dellusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
feel the outside
turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis,
and cleansisng out I've endured
within.
My shaddow, my shaddow,
change is comming.
Now is my time,
listen to my
muscle memory,
contmplate what I've been clining to.
Fourty- six and two ahead of
me.
I choose to live and to
grow, take and give and to,
move, learna and love and
to,
cry, kill and die and to,
be paranoid and to,
lie, hate and fear and to,
Do what
it takes to move trough.
I choose to live and to,
lie, kill and give and to,
die,
learn and love and to,
Do what it takes to step through.
See my shaddow
changing,
stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armour,
hoping I can clear the way
by,
stepping through my shaddow,
comming out the other side.
Step into the
shaddow,
fourty- six and two are just ahead of me. |
