| The heat is rising fast and furious
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| The midnight air is warm and dry
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| Take a few drags and drop the mortars
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| It’s OK if you want to die
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| The insignificant blaze you’ve conquered
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| Chest out, chin up, sixth marine
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| So damn confident, so experienced
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| I can’t handle it, kill my fear
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| But who are you to decide, yeah
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| Who lives, who burns, and who dies
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| You’re not the one to be so bold, yeah
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| Making decisions only God should hold
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| Burn the sky, born to die
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| You end a bloodline generations at a time
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| Burn the sky, left to die
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| A cloud of souls rises up to veil the moon
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| And burn the sky
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| Burn the sky
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| Under cover on the horizon
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| The blackened quilt of deep despair
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| The path of a beast that’s ever hungry
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| The more it eats the bigger the better than
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| Trained for the battle
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| The warriors in gear
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| The bravest of the brave have given lives right here
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| But who are you to decide, yeah
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| Who lives, who burns, and who dies
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| You’re not the one to be so bold, yeah
|
| Making decisions only God should hold
|
| Burn the sky, born to die
|
| You end a bloodline generations at a time
|
| Burn the sky, left to die
|
| A cloud of souls rises up to veil the moon
|
| And burn the sky
|
| Burn the sky, born to die
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| You end a bloodline generations at a time
|
| Burn the sky, left to die
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| A cloud of souls rises up to veil the moon
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| And burn the sky
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| Burn the sky |