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• Artiste: Germart
• Titre: Dragon
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Far away on a mountain, mountain Anxiety has been mounting mounting Confidence has been flickering again On and off again, on off again How long will this torture drag on? Has he forever lost it this time? All hopes for rekindling are dwindling, nothin' can comfort his mind One week ago in a nice office downtown Not noticing all of his colors had worn down His fire faded and he had meltdown Now he's back at home trying to light it again Ooh... with a sigh he breathes rain puddles form in the cave Serpentine eyes grow cloudy (cloudy) Heart beating slow It's too cold It's too cold Dreams of warmth and fire dancing Wanting it Wanting it Wanting it On and off again On and off again He has been waiting for days Sometimes the smoldering starts and grumbles with a promising sound but never a flame, never a flame Eventually all expectations extinguish A Water-logged impotence, languid, and listless His eyes glazing over- opaque opalescence A blinding reminder of how old he has grown. Learning to be what I am Itching inside this old skin Desensitized, cold, and dead These callous scales must be shed. Immobilized and suffocating Paralyzing shutters of shame All sense of self collapses Writhing around on the ground Echoes in caverns crying: “I know I know I know you want it now” Scraping his back across sharp rocks knowing He won't feel a thing Numb and trembling Hearing the sound, the sound, the sound, the sound Ripping scales torn off and fall and blow away Tear right through the skin that you're in And feel yourself burst into flames The struggle to Unleash the new Perpetually turning Aound and around and around and around Learning to be what I am Itching inside this old skin Desensitized, cold, and dead These callous scales must be shed. Exposed and vulnerable, You shine like a halo You want it too. . .