I feel so screwed up inside under my skin where it can hide.
Choosing paths unknown before, I can't handle this anymore.

Flicking my lighters it's this deadly toxic smoke,
it saves up all, but in the end we choke.

Chipped stabbed and broken, to deep in for human eyes to see.
Rip me open, pull it out fix me up let it free.

Patch the holes sew back in one,
the invisible blood will no longer run.

Wipe your tears grab my hand,
I'm here for you together we will stand.

Let it escape just close our eyes,
don't listen to those dirty lies.

Who cares really I'm here for you,
ignore it all it doesn't matter who.

So patch the holes, sew back in one.
The visible blood incapable to run.

Wipe your tears, grab my hand.
Together til the end we forever stand.

 I have a light that heals deep wounds and hidden things
Its name is I=I
it levels the playing ground if you contemplate enough on why this statement is also true for I= i.
the greater self is also the smaller one you see.
worship the light that never dies that exists in both you and me.
freedom is a kind of slavery bent on being free.
what is freedom that is not being, being everything eternaly?
truth alone sings the song of freedom the song of being everyone and everything.
so sing the greater song a while and see the truth is smaller than you can see.
but it is also the greater, being larger than we can comprehend anything could be.
living remembers where it has been I = i =I to you from me. I honor the divine in you....because I know it is in everything.

thats pretty neat