Stumbling through, into the blue and the grey.
Losing myself, into the dreary haze.
The world is a lie, into the sky we should fly.
No need to cry, why wait to when you can die.
I found a reason
to stay out of season
but to keep living
To go where no man has gone before.
Here she comes, she's got a gun
cos she's just no fun, boy you better run.
Fear of what might come
Afraid of what might come.
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