Curt Songtext / Lyric

And I read it like black palms, shapes in the ash

Will we expire and fade like a memory?

I Imagine the purpose, shapes like a mountain

I'm beaten down, I'm down among the animals






and raise your fists like you want to

and raise your voice like mine

raise your fists like you want to

and read my gaze like a book



and I read it like black palms, no shapes and no words



I'm fightin' doubt and I've come to know my enemies

I Imagine the purpose, shaped like an axis

I've hollowed out and I've come to bare the echoes



and raise your fists like you want to

and raise your voice like mine

raise your fists like you want to

and read my gaze like a book