[00:32.07]I feel so outside, of the realms of the stitching.[00:35.88]So very inside, arms frailing and kicking[00:38.91]Symbolically[00:41.34]I'm taking hold[00:42.30]Harmonically my soul is sold to me[00:45.78]I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side[00:49.62]In my veins not a quitter.[00:52.32]First and second and third person[00:54.30]First and second and third person![01:29.40]Once seemed like mountains, proceed to the fountains[01:32.43]Of the angriest youth, you could ever imagine.7300 sunsets have passed since we last tapped that fountain[01:42.06]That mountain of anger has grown a brain with thought, and reason.[02:25.53]No better sight than before my eyes.[02:31.41]It's as though history repeats itself.again.[02:39.36]Much different this time[02:40.26]Better form, better fitting.[02:41.88]An angle from up high, born when[02:45.81]I first listen.[02:49.02]Historically it has been told, harmonically your soul is sold to old.[02:53.07]I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side[02:56.85]In my veins not a quitter[02:59.58]First and second, and third person[03:00.84]First and second and third person!