When I carve (...?) in my bones (...?) rivers (...?) to dale to hide my thought (...?) words strapped in my throat The heart is a monster but the mind's beautiful Cause when the sky is indigo I am waiting for torse(?) Rage to come I at you so(?) Into my (...?) cause I'm the writer of your ghost Oh, oh Woah, now i am rebels best I am my (...?) With noise, less protest As pioneer I sketch this world Exploiting crimson, ochre and bronze I crawl(?) in your dreams of hope I light them all up and continue alone Cause when the sky is indigo I am waiting for torse(?) Rage to come I at you so(?) Into my (...?) cause I'm the writer of your ghost Oh, oh Woah, now i am rebels best I am my (...?) With noise, less protest Cause when the sky is indigo I am waiting for torse(?) Rage to come I at you so(?) Into my (...?) cause I'm the writer of your ghost