Under Liquid Sky
We're dying just like that
We breathe liquid air
Come smoke, complete smell
Many paths to choose we have to go
My mind stretches and deforms
Being lost is what we choose to be
Liquid Sky is what we see
I am the raging sun
I brighten the darkest path
Thunders in my hands
Symphonies in the skies
Many paths to choose we have to go
My mind stretches and deforms
Being lost is what we choose to be
Liquid Sky is what we see
