Go

There's a fire that erupts in your gut. There's a burning sensation running up your legs spreading through your limbs as your running up those steps to cross that barrier of reality and bliss.

Your limbs are attached to the bass, and you move like an array of strings. The fire spreads to your fingertips, and you feel yourself become enveloped with wings only you can experience. Suddenly it's like a flight you could never recreate that happens in front of everyone else... You feel alive. It's like you can fly. People look at you like you're something special. They just don't know the power of passion. They think you’re a young God… you’re really not. You're just limitless.

The cage you've built for yourself is torn open. You're running, and the blood in your veins ignites under all eyes. You know you will be better, so you lose yourself up there. Nothing else matters.

These people don't know you, but they connect with you. The power of a voice moves people. You say what they don't want to say, and you're suddenly jumping around kicking air. Back bends don’t hurt you and bruises can’t even phase you, besides you can't control your body like a regular person can, not on stage… nothing hurts up there. The movements are natural, though; they're an extension of the voice. You're limitless.

Beautifully paralyzed by the voices in your head that are only of you singing what you never dared to say.

It's crazy. You're crazy... but you're under your own spell.

You're limitless...

Then the spell breaks, and you're faced with reality. It makes you stronger. The passion in your bones can't be wiped away like the tears falling.

You're a wild flower and the gold is in your bones. You can't stop now.

You're unstoppable.