Cathing Fire

Cabletwitch

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Broken glass falls into palm,
it takes away the heat.
Then everything falls into place right in front of me.
So taste the flood, inhale the crash,
Ignite the fire when I come back.
The light shines in my eyes and they water with the lakes.
The knives come out and all i see is fate.
Right in front of me.