Translator

I was a leader before I stopped caring
I was a martyr before I got the fuck up
Excuses confuses what I choose to be real
And how my legs are now only metal and love

Clouds like black pearls in my system
Tree vines define how I am not them
She extends her roots to the ends of the earth
And I can't make it past the first bend

I'm not here anymore
Vortex of space
We write off the sky
Windows of lace

Wait, I need you to me mine
The goddess I can't find
Translators of the world
Please help me through the brine

Walking through the mist
The ender of the sky
Hands of an arsonist
Fire in my eyes

My ribs are splayed out for the world
Face is ripped off, painted forever
Vegetable helpless but not fearless
I just want to die



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Fredriksen
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