There is no sun, no stars
Only the last of our goodbyes, no seas
Only the smell of our decease
But still I wake up, still I can taste the morning sight
So throw these hands, let's hail the day with our embrace
It's our own minds for hire, let's open it up and fill that empty space
With all the dreams we used to aim
Set our eyes up high
Clouds will turn to light
Cause today, we fight
In this struggle our fists are open fields
We'll share our scars with our friends as we all reach the sky
As it is lighter, oil will float on water
For they are purer, our hearts will float over you
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