I Am Oak - Curt

Текст песни

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
Raise your fists like you want to
Raise your voice like mine
Raise your fists like you want to
Read my gaze like a book
I read it like black palms
No shapes and no words
I’m fighting doubt
I’ve come to know my enemies
I Imagine my purpose
Shaped like an axis
I’ve hollowed out
I’ve come to bare the echoes
Raise your fists like you want to
Raise your voice like mine
Raise your fists like you want to
Read my gaze like a book