We are flame.
We are night.
We only stay on some of the time.
Faded truth, the open door,
I only walk through to get home.
We are pain.
We are sky.
We are the wings of all that die.
Broken heart,
Tired tongue.
We are the right words and the wrong.
Set fire to the place.
It goes to show.
A tired sky of the setting sun turns us gold like sand.
We are.
We are.
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