I been fightin' gravity since I was two. Questers of the prize Blind men in the snow. Some streak the skies I choose to go below. Skin moves toward malignant Worshipping the sun. They clamber over corpses To be the chosen ones. Drift along liquid sky. Drift along liquid sky. Descend through the darkness To the vast terrain. Down here on the bottom You rarely hear the rain. Drift along liquid sky. Drift along liquid sky. Drift along liquid sky. Drift along liquid sky.
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