00:00I'm the only one who writes my story
00:09A gala of letters, the scent of ancient dust and ink
00:14I stop where the underlined paths begin to sink
00:19The pulse within my veins hasn't found its destination
00:23I close the printed page of silent liberation
00:25Walking into the noise outside the window's frame
00:30On a stage where no script has ever been staged
00:34I'm building myself up and tearing down the cage
00:39Like wet ink dropped upon a vast and empty white
00:44I'm spreading out in patterns hidden from their sight
00:49An unnamed sovereign drifting on a blank expanse
00:54Every floor I step upon
00:58Is named by my dance
01:04Yeah, I am the name
01:09Of the ground I claim
01:15Lazy shards of afternoon
01:18Falling with the sun
01:20I'm a book on no one's shelf
01:23The only one of one
01:25My truth is breathing deep in sentences unread
01:29I turn my back on chalkboards and the answers they have fed
01:34Walking my own lines, slow and undefined
01:41What defines me isn't the ghost of who I was
01:46But the fleeting resolve where the pinpoint stays and does
01:51In this very moment
01:55In this silent vow
02:00Like wet ink dropped upon a vast and empty white
02:05I'm spreading out in patterns hidden from their sight
02:10And unnamed sovereign drifting on a blank expanse
02:15Every floor I step upon
02:18Is named by my dance
02:25Yeah, I am the name
02:29Of the ground I claim
02:32Tell me
02:34Is your ink still wet
02:37On the page
02:40On the page
02:40On the page
02:41On the page
02:55Postсь
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