I have christened myself a god and you a saint, maybe the other way around, but the words are just paint.
I fly above silver lined light, I drag through the ground with all my might
I push through tunnels, I stomp, and I stomp, and I stomp to bring you back
I knock down walls; I am null and void to the normal track
I look at the sky all I see
A saint and a god, you and me.
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