歌词
Now read it like black palm, shapes in the ash
Will we expire and fade like a memory?
Imagine my purpose, shaped like a mountain
I'm beaten down, I am down among the animals
And raise your fists like you ought to
And raise your voice like mine
Raise your fists like you ought to
And read my gaze like a book
Now read it like back palms, no shapes in the words
I'm fighting doubt and I've come to know my enemy
I imagine my purpose, shaped like an axis
I've hollowed out but I've come to bear the echoes
And raise your fists like you ought to
And raise your voice like mine
Raise your fists like you ought to
And read my gaze like a book