
[Verse] They said the old me used to fly, they hoped I could still fly, they believed I could fly— [Pre-Chorus] On a solitary island. Look, the ground covered in skeletons, falling into the creases of time, lost in the winding energy, scattered in purposeless void, seeing death as home. Within a pure white prayer. [rap] Word by word, entwining around me, like pearls, like dreams, like magical treasures: Goodness, reputation, radiance, patience, effort, reflection, the mistakes of the past, the brilliance of the future, none can be held for a single moment. Word by word, cleansing the colors, within the circle, under the scorching sun, rules, fervor, aspirations, languishing, desiccation, fading away, purifying in light and shadow, scattered like dust on the ground. [Chorus] No feathers, no patterns; pardoning an anomaly, no longer burdened by guilt, [rap] Yet they keep saying. Word by word, quietly controlling, in moonless nights, on islands with no way out, take one step, and you’ll drown in foam. [Verse] A magical island, like a vessel of the dead, the pulse of time, silent currents flowing inward and outward, hidden within the dust, a page of sentences: Look, that North Star in the sky, still beautiful. [End]
