There's something else circling overhead now,
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A different kind of creature, bigger, out in the distance.
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I'm following, watching, and I find myself again
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Underneath churning winds that draw me in.
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Inside, a microcosm forms as emotions imitate the clouds,
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Twisting themselves into a rope, knotted at my heart
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And anchored in the manic horizon.
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Let's free ourselves from this stagnant mess for a while.
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I've grown so tired of the same damn crises.
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Let's leave a trail of debris in our wake,
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We'll watch the birth of catastrophes, nightly.
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I need to be a part of this wild machine.
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I don't care where it takes me, or if I make it out alive.
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I'm going to chase it til it breaks me, not giving up until I get inside.
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I can feel the electricity being pulled from the sky
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Into the eye of this storm, and spit back out with a violent force,
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Terrifying with it's indiscriminate reach,
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Echoing in my bones, thrilling me to my very core.
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It cracks open time, and all the pressure in a moment is released.
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The sound of it pounds the earth, then throbs through the ground.
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I live this life always running to keep up,
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With the wind following, driving forward,
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Or in front of me, pushing back.
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Sometimes, I'm moving so fast, as if weightless,
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Other times, it feels as if my body's being dragged.
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I'm racing my hopes along the veins of the country,
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It's so hard not to fall behind.
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I bury a drop of my blood beneath the soil of each city,
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So that I can return and find myself, even if there's nothing else left.
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Stormchaser
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| Light This City |
