So bring your eyes up from the ground and let your feet bear the earth, place faith in something, reclaim your worth. We are not a leaf on a branch on a family tree. There's no spark, there's no seed, there's no unity.
So what's the point of singing this song, or even singing at all?
I hate this long nights and four walls. Barely four walls.
You gave me time and miles of sea.
There is no escape.
This is just the start of fighting in vain, salvation, finite, only for the dead. I fight for this, and know the end. These are only revolutions.
Pledge allegiance to the setting sun.
There is no holy spirit in my eyes, there's no escaping, just ghosts on all sides.