New World - ThouShaltNot

I thought I knew the sunrise from the steelworks

The grinding of the sky in red and black

I thought we were the chance collision

Blessed incision in the canvas

Pushed beyond color, into breath and back

So dance into a new world

I think I know the feeling of my own skin

I concentrate to listen to my bones

When all the while I’m just a pocket

A self-shaped hole cut from the breathing solid-state

A dualistic throne

So dance into a new world

When the ground is shifting from your feet

And the sense you talk is crowned deceit

When you dance past gravity

When the world will not believe

Then dance into a new world