There's something else circling overhead now
different kind of creature
Bigger
Out in the distance
I'm following
Watching
And I find myself again
Underneath churning winds that draw me in
Inside
microcosm forms as emotions imitate the clouds
Twisting themselves into a rope
Knotted at my heart and anchored in the manic horizon
Let's free ourselves from this stagnant mess for a while
I've grown so tired of the same [bad word] crises
Let's leave a trail of debris in our wake
we'll watch the birth of catastrophes
Nightly
I need to be a part of this wild machine

I don't care where it takes me
Or if I make it out alive
I'm going to chase it til it breaks me
Not giving up until I get inside

I can feel the electricity being pulled from the sky
into the eye of this storm
And spit back out with a violent force
Terrifying with its indiscriminate reach
echoing in my bones
Thrilling me to my very core
It cracks open time
And all the pressure in a moment is released
The sound of it pounds the earth
Then throbs through the ground

I live this life [bad word] to keep up
with the wind following
Driving forward
Or in front of me
Pushing back
Sometimes
I'm moving so fast
As if weightless
other times
It feels as if my body's being dragged
I'm racing my hopes along the veins of the country
It's so hard not to fall behind

I bury a drop of my blood beneath the soil of each city
So that I can return and find myself
Even if there's nothing else left