We are the sky
We are the earth
We claim the fire
We claim the dirt
We call you home and sit ourselves
On golden thrones
Small as you are
Running around
Foolish and proud
We could have been living in paradise
As you face your demise you sing
I'll make you pay the ultimate price
For taunting me
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