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Eyes from Mars like blisters on the sun
Trapped inside confessionals waiting for hands
Hands to guide, hands to lead, hands to caress our scalp
Mutiny on the verge of discovery
The lids are shut and the fingers are crossed

I never wanted the patch on your back
I already owned a stapled spine
What I needed is buried in cement
Along with the clocks I stomped on
Simply to make room for tinder

These days I’m sailing with torches
The darkness doesn’t scare me anymore
Nor does the water that drenches us in belief
I’ve dried under rays that were winking at me
And I’ve yet to fall off the boat

Soon I’ll sail without torches
For the darkness doesn’t scare me anymore
I once sang with it in it’s home
My voice was giant and my guard was down
But nothing hurt a bit