The Call

I doubted I was alive

Dreaming only

She said not to just describe, but

Be something holy

I read the verse in her eyes

It's real experimental

It's on a different level

She's my favourite rebel

I heard my name, I held my breath

Glistening sweat on the back of my neck

Back of my neck

Keep up, keep up

Keep, keep up, keep up

Because we are what we are

Stripped down to elemental scar

Needs you, feeds you

Forget the mind, the body's growing thin

Your bones and your skin

And you must follow them

I heard my name, I held my breath

Glistening sweat on the back of my neck

Let me hear the call, "We're going"

Either restless or reborn, we're going

We're going (we're going)

We're going

We're going (we're going)

Something about the claim of the breath

That glistened like sweat on the back of my neck

Something about the claim of the breath

That glistened like sweat on the back of my neck

Something about (she's my favourite rebel)

Something about (she's my favourite rebel)

Something about (she's my favourite rebel)

Something about (she's my favourite rebel)

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