Touch The Ground

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Part One
Welcome to none
Land of the poor has the grace of rain
You wanna reach the troposphere unspoiled by the freezing cold of the wind?

So get yourself muddy
Get yourself muddy
Get yourself
Get yourself muddy
Wight
Absorb mother earth
Withstanding the light

Free yourself
When you touch the ground

Feel the dirtiness of a lifetime
Skydive
Go!
Release the fear, upside down high-rise
Bridges, grooves make your lines persistent
Scar’s the laurel wreath of the subsistence

Part Two
Welcome above
Then you can breathe and get sucked down below
Sucked down below
Spit fire
How bitter’s the ire?
As your burnt tongue?
Sweet taste of vermouth
Burn your starlite carcass
Just burn
Inhale your ashes then burn
The atony
The eidolon

Free yourself
When you touch the ground

Feel the dirtiness of a lifetime
Skydive
Go!
Release the fear, upside down high-rise
Bridges, grooves make your lines persistent
Scar’s the laurel wreath of the subsistence

Sustentation

Feel the dirtiness of a lifetime
Skydive
Go!
Release the fear, upside down high-rise
Bridges, grooves make your lines persistent
Scar’s the laurel wreath of the subsistence

Feel the dirtiness of a lifetime
Skydive
Go!
Release the fear, upside down high-rise
Bridges, grooves
Touch the ground
Upside-down
High-rise