Calling spirits of the trees
It's pushing 98 degrees?
The mountain's ash
The river is steam
I'm walking in the desert stretching halfway across the globe
I'm mounting bodies, bouncing bones?
I'm coughing candy, sucking stones
I'm kicking cans, I'm bleeding sand
If I'm the final man
To raise a glove and fight your plan
Well if I am
I just throw my hand!
Calling! Falling!
I don't need a bandage around my eyes.
'Round my eyes!
You shall not steal these eyes?
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