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Volo synthesis That's the sweet land Breathe and growth We're still leading Boy, under a certainty There is only fumes We keep burning and bleeding out Can we stand for this Or can we not hear Strangled descend is bleeding Because it's much to late And if we are asking for 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