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 [bad word] to know my enemies
I Imagine the purpose, shaped like an axis
I've hollowed out and [bad word] 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