The Key
I had found a place for her to shed her skin and let it run
The elixirs of ten thousand skies
She was but an architect folding labyrinths of flesh and clouds
All my colors shine in her eyes
I had found a place for her to shed her skin and sculpt a fire
Fueled by its contents, fragile perfection
In the center of the coil I'd placed the contours of her soul
Drenched in her substance, blessed by its light
Painting moons unto the hemispheres
Whisper spiral, whisper spiral
Carving masks from bottled memories
She's giving birth to herself
Decomposed and disconnected from all the voices I had joined
Forming a choir of lies and projections
Ritualizing self-destruction till she made me see the sun
Burning inside us, making us one
The elixir, 10.000 skies
All my colors shine in her eyes
And in her eyes I've placed the substance
That resonates in all of you who dare to cross the line and watch her
Painting moons unto the hemispheres
Whisper spiral, whisper spiral
Carving masks from bottled memories
I'm giving and giving
Painting moons unto the hemispheres
Whisper spiral, whisper spiral
Carving masks from bottled memories
She's giving birth to herself
The elixirs of ten thousand skies
She was but an architect folding labyrinths of flesh and clouds
All my colors shine in her eyes
I had found a place for her to shed her skin and sculpt a fire
Fueled by its contents, fragile perfection
In the center of the coil I'd placed the contours of her soul
Drenched in her substance, blessed by its light
Painting moons unto the hemispheres
Whisper spiral, whisper spiral
Carving masks from bottled memories
She's giving birth to herself
Decomposed and disconnected from all the voices I had joined
Forming a choir of lies and projections
Ritualizing self-destruction till she made me see the sun
Burning inside us, making us one
The elixir, 10.000 skies
All my colors shine in her eyes
And in her eyes I've placed the substance
That resonates in all of you who dare to cross the line and watch her
Painting moons unto the hemispheres
Whisper spiral, whisper spiral
Carving masks from bottled memories
I'm giving and giving
Painting moons unto the hemispheres
Whisper spiral, whisper spiral
Carving masks from bottled memories
She's giving birth to herself
Credits
Writer(s): Ophelia Sullivan
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