Inior - Resilient Lyrics
A step away from my spineSky turns from black to blue,Just a while from myselfA mind plays in perfect tune.Slide on one of nine sides:The mourn will have a name.Call it passing pain andMy crisis won’t be late.And yet whose voices are these?Emptiness is my choice.Coming through those facesWho’s going to make next noise?Mood, gestures, needs, will, talk,Please tell me what can I control?Here’s me, defying my fallJust like I was never born.