Can we show our faces now?
I don't know if we'll ever gain control
Can we rise above the sound
Of our souls digging under like roots do grow?
'Cause I'm free and nourished
And I feel a little bit anointed, as such
'Cause it's real past the point of its conception
Yet I feel spread out on the torture rack
'Cause I could take
But I don't want to
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