Not the World

I'm Not the world, I'm not the fall, I'm not the quiet, I'm not the world. I'm not the sound that pulls me down. I'm not the force that chills the ground. I'm not what happened to me. I'm not a mold that holds my name. With every step, I bend the line. The past itself, it falls behind. I'm not the echoes of my past. I'm not the shape within the glass. With every step, I bend the line. The past itself, it falls behind. No molding, no chains. I'm more than one, I'm not the test. I'm not the walls behind the moons. I'll never lose my breath. I'm not what happened to me. I'm not a mold that holds my name. With every step, I bend the line. The past itself, it falls behind. I'm not the echoes of my past. I'm not the shape within the glass. With every step, I bend the line. The past itself, it falls behind.