I'm not alive
These pills are my mind and I invite thieves inside to steal my soul
They've been dancing down my throat, in the form of smoke
So far from safe but so close to sound
So high, every step you take will miss the ground
Fortunate son, didn't you know that the sky is painted on?
You were born to start, programmed to stop
Born to fly, expected to drop
Obvious to the touch, invisible to the eye
Bottoms to the sky
So far from safe but so close to sound
So high, every step you take will miss the ground
Fortunate son, didn't you know that the sky is painted on?
So Stop living your life around alarms
Tonight we are invisible!
(All) We are is ghosts
(All) We breathe is smoke
(All) We are is ghosts
(All) We breathe is smoke
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