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Paroles: My Epiphany. Mirabilia. The Transmission.


they sold our names into slavery with their silver tongues behind teeth
like stars break and burst across their knees,
they leave bruises and memories of their legacy

are these small words really cutting deep?
they are not tragedies i know we try, but lets not be so weak

everything that has been before, is with us now
As we try to see, but we don't know how
everything that has been before, is with us now
As we try to see, but we don't know how

You were born delivered into blood and bone
And it became you
so When you face defeat, half of the path is shown
and we all need that

That there is life here at all, you know, you know, it must be a miracle
This world will take as soon as you're born, by marking you as its own
Escape is the miracle

You peel the skin from your busted lips, when they hit you you can't feel that
Now when you move your feet it is like they were cast in stone
And there is nothing that moves that

That there is life here at all, you know, you know, it must be a miracle
This world will take you as soon as you're born by marking you as it's own
Escape is the miracle

This world moved and it chose you and me to fulfill its destiny
Your life moved and it chose you and me to fulfill our destiny
My Epiphany