I held onto my sanity as those words threaten to spill
It’s like walking on wire hanging above the deadly hill
The panorama is mesmerizing with a deadly sting
And yet it’s the greatest moment I could sing
I yield, I yield...
I yield to the the venomous touch amidst all the dream
even if I were the moth diving into my final pyre
I dream, I dream...
I dream for her silhouette that dazzles like kisses of the breeze
for that one moment is where my heart would finally find its peace
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