One day the skies will dye white
Lay bare the bones of buildings
And the screams will fill these dirty streets
One day the skies will dye white
One day the skies will dye white
We'll stare with severed eyelids
And the gleam will sweep the cities clean
One day the skies will dye white
One day the skies will dye white
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