Isabella de The Dear Hunter

Awoken, soul slept stiff,
Body strewn askew.
If you cut me, I swear you'll see
Circles running through,
But nowhere are the roots.
There's no room for the branches born to

Rise up and claim the sky,
So get up, we only have this time to
Make life what we want to.
We're stuck inside this shell
This hell could surely end.

These broken words to speak
Fail and fall apart.
If you love me,
I swear you'd see
Suns are from the stars

I've been cracked down the edges
And screaming my head off
For something, someone
To break me to pieces,
A welcome release of this
Weight holding me down,
So I finally can

Rise up and claim the sky.
So get up, we only have this time to
Make life what we want to.
We're stuck inside this shell
This hell could surely end.