I'm looking at my wounds and draw them aside
Wider, deeper
My hand's plunged inside, twisting the knife
Seeing the plague's face taking shape doesn't scare me anymore
Seeing the plague coming out of my wounds liberates me
I'm close to dying a thousand times
But this time I allowed myself to cry
Rivers of salt to feel lighter than a feather
Why the contact with the ground should be painful if I know I'm falling?
Arms in a cross, ready to absorb the shock
I just know I can't go lower
There is no under
Just me, myself, and I
And the will to stay or to climb
Light is brighter from the dark
And I want to kiss the sun
Not to drown in what's supposed to make me breathe
I, born again
Listen to the screams coming out of my wounds, free from the plague
Listen to the screams coming out of the hole, holding the sound of joy and pleasure
Listen to my screams announcing the birth of a new man
I, born again
Until the bell tolls, nothing's finished, nothing's done
Until the bell tolls, I am immortal