"Sky's gone black worlds on fire riding through the bones of a lost empire. Wind tastes bitter hearts gone dry but I ain't ready to die. Ride through the ashes where the past still flashes through the smoke my soul still crashes. Tryin to find the life that never passes."
"Ghost towns echo with a preacher's song. Sinners still pray though the world's gone wrong. If mercy's real I'll wait my turn, till the stars no longer burn. Ride through the ashes where the past still flashes. Through the smoke my soul still crashes. Tryn to find the life that never passes."
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