Final Crop

I can paint the sky
I can reach for the stars
I can feel them under my fingers
My feet don’t touch the ground
I am flying
Living in my dream
It was meant to be
It was meant to me
I won’t go alone
The road to my fortune is now open to me
If you wish to come to cancel all the pain
If you believe in it as much as I do
Then the road will be marvelous
Let the weak burn down
Let them rot on the ground
Because we mean nothing to them
With this soul of gold
I can finish our goals
Feel the light of the sun on our skin
The energy of the gods
Ourselves within
Was the key to success from the start
I pray for nothing
I live for these dreams
A collection of stars in our heads
Ideas forged from thought alone
Bleed
Make some f*cking noise