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Volo synthesis

That's the sweet land

Breathe and growth

We're still leading

Boy, under a certainty

There's only fume

We keep burning and bleeding out

Can we stand for this

Or can we not hear

Strangled descend is bleeding

Because it's much too late

And if we are asking for a cause

Do we burst or do we rise

Singing past the stairs

We've been feeding

Because we are not love

It is a fuel that we burn

In an engine so impure

Take a chance on the stars above

These are the sands that we refine

On the pain we adore

But if you go to the land where nothing grows

Your heart will know

Your head won't be sure

The mind is a maze

Were trying to walk straight

And you'd only walk

Oh, guy has the deed

Takes the ground apart

Let it boom

Still, the fire comes out

Seven miles from the ground

I feel the fear

We don't like the wreck

Only doing less hurt

I promise you that

I come only to protect

Because we are not love

It is a fuel that we burn

In our engine so impure

Take a chance on the stars above

These are sands that we refine

On the pain we adore

But if you go to the land where nothing grows

So mama knows my head is in my jaw

The mind is a maze

I walk straight