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Were killing space and wasting time and dying hard and spilling beans
Were moving fast on intuition in the world of stupid things
We are the flyers no return and no regrets and no delay
Into the frenzy this is crazy burning wheels to get away
Time of the moon
In the sky cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds in the making
The time is wasted
On intuition
We are the flyers
Into the frenzy
Were spilling bird
On stupid things
With no delay
We get away
Time of the moon
In the sky cloud is breaking
Voice of the doom
For the birds in the making
No destination is the way were talking of accelerate
We are the final revelation shooting through the burning sky
Abandoned cargo hits the ground on broken wings we are flying high