We lost the fire the smoke went out
We have no being no sense of self
The air went stale down in our lungs
We always knew this day would come
The rising moon, the setting sun

We walked for miles in white hot snow
It burned our face it froze cold
On golden birds flew better men
Their rotted teeth and dirty grins

The cheerful start the bitter end
The cheerful start the bitter end
Don't wish us well we're not your friends

The rising moon, the setting sun
We always knew this day would come

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