Elevate my head Take me somewhere else instead The voice inside me says Pull me from this hell
What you have done What can I do? I never had your word
I have a dream of you Tomorrow you will change Others say you are Falling out of space
Roll onto my bed Morph into myself Take me if you will My heat is made of stealth
Elevate my head Though the feelings dead Maybe you can change This concious made of lead
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