Levitation by Down
Dead sing through me
Uprising in shaman's translation
Archival souls
(Of)
Squandering
Transcending the threat
The tarots are burned
There'll come a time to gloat in the light
Don't stop there, levitation
This flesh claims dreams
Mars haunts the skies
Crimson and gleaming
Lay thee rebel arms free
Throttle their bones, wrangle its beasts
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