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Our Sun Our Saviour (The Atlas Moth)

We're losing feeling now All senses gone Of countless breathes I take unraveling Reach up, we're going down Inhale the sand One sun, our Saviour Our mission compromised Black clouds decaying Declining heartbeats slowing down This is not over This swan song is far from done This city will be in ruins I've been reduced to nothing Cut teeth upon the throne Burn the map it won't save us Satellites will carve the path I see so clearly I see right through the foam