Smoke fills up the skies with cries
and echoes of those before who knitted her soul.
The rumbling shakes awake, and she
aches as the birthing ocean waves takes its toll.
That flame in her eyes revives like
boiling gold that spills from the crying earth.
It burns through the scars you carved.
She's tasted the fruit and now she knows her worth.
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Flippin' tables
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
With her angels
She rips off her veil, inhales,
embraces the air she never fully knew.
The ashes descend, she bends the
curtains around her heart and takes in the view.
She closes her eyes and sighs with
flowing hair that dances in the breeze.
Her tears let her feel the real dark
storm inside to heal the smoking trees.
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Flippin' tables
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
With all her angels
This mountain of fire no longer needs your direction
It took a magma storm for clear retrospection
Looks like you're the one who caused her painful infection
Looks like you're the reason that she needed protection
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Flippin' tables
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
With all her angels
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