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Flying high between stars

With closed eyes in the dark

Reaching for the hazy moon

Screaming for the ruin

Painting mankinds doom



Grotesque images haunt me as I flow

through this chaos and disorder man has grown



On cloud six

Our cores bleed

Yearn for the touch

Of something real

On cloud six

Our souls will cease

Within this havoc

Our faith is sealed



Falling deeper, sinking low

In a whirlpool of dead soul

Crashing down on remains

of what is left of us

Planet wasted in vain

Grotesque images haunt me as I flow

through this chaos and disorder man has grown

How did we end up

Roaming glass gazed

How did we end up

In this hopeless phase



On cloud six

Our cores bleed

Yearn for the touch

Of something real

On cloud six

Our souls will cease

Within this havoc

Our faith is sealed