It is not clear why we choose the fire pathway
Where we end is not the way that we had planned
All the spirits gather 'round like its our last day
To get across you know well have to raise the sand
Oooh, I will ask you for mercy
I will come to you blind
What youll see is the worst me
I'm not the last of my kind
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