Texty:
Inked In Blood Sometimes We Are Beautiful

its voice. All our cries will echo with victory. And we are not ashamed to shout aloud in this time, our new beginning. We will raise our voices high

The path has been cleansed. The cancer makes me no longer miss the limb. (It's) no longer drawing from me. Out with the sick and also the well. I no

much we need to let go of. This reflection is ringing true and it looks like I'm almost there. What matters most is who we are to the ones that we love

birds of prey-they are awake (they are awake). The birds of prey-they are awake (they have been feasting on us for days). The birds of prey-they are awake (they are

I stand here now, swearing that I don't need you. I hope you can't see through me. Transparency is the clincher. I'm made of one-way glass, (I) wish