Aphelion
Turned
I see a crease, a crackIt changes yellow flowers into blackTwist, Thorn, twistIgnore the bones are cracking in my wristShould I hesitate to take controlThe needle turning to the negative poleStay quiet when you're on the street And keep your eyes focused on your dirty feetI'm leaving homeThe inside, turned outTaking what was mistaken beyond a doubtLifted up and taken downWhite knuckle grip and pounded into the groundWouldn't hesitate to take controlThe beauty in the ruins of a burned out soulStart a riot when you're on the street Keep your eyes forward when you're on your feetI'm coming home
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