even the ashes dont burn twice

tornadoes are at the door

when the homeland drowns

and in it my home too

or what i think is home

loud and obnoxious

knights on horses

coloring outside the lines

without symmetry

putting us on a pedestal

and we play games

side vs side

we fight each other

burning ourselves in the process

looking for escape

from within

emancipating

in the crimson

confusing love with rage

at this goddamn age

like oil and water

we can never mix

even if we tried to own the night

ill slip the wine on the dress

running away

from my favourite place to go

to be never found again

to be someone who could never stay

drink it down and then spit it out

the spirit

burning down

till the fire turns to ice

for the spirit to never rise

slow down you crazy child