A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become Woven into dust, theyre watching me Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to believe. I need the pain Its all I am A lesson to be learned And be forgotten A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become Woven into dust, theyre watching me To pretend to be detached from the fabric of constant change To deny a connection to the threads that make you whole x2 But hell is what you need To achieve And maintain peace Its what you need I need the pain To feel alive A lesson to be learned When I shed my skin To cherish tradition I will claw beneath the folds And find ash where the eyes should be Theyre collecting whats left of my bones And putting them in little jars Adorning them with diamonds And resting me below the sun Ancestral I become And woven into the dust, into the dust A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become Woven into dust, theyre watching me Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to be free.
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