Aeva and the Waving World

I cut my ties at the end of a catatonic

When I woke up shaking like a blaze

At first my heart it beat like a helicopter

But soon it blurred like the lights on the freeway

It bloomed with an opened wound

Now walk the Earth

All it takes is a golden angle

Or a golden head of an arrowed light

Cause an arrow points to a lie that they spoke

And a new angle in great in a fight