Light, yes light you're my wishes
You light my hills, no sun up there
Omnipresent and powerful
Like heat and cold, I stay stuck there
Choke me fucking imparity
Grab and break my old jagged neck
Violence, like abstinence, flood over we
Take me bleeding and fly away
Well I could get upon my mind, Damayale skies
And I can make up my own dream, Damayale hands
And as you'll be my journey ship, Damayale night
As you sank here, Damayale heart
Light, you light, get your own wings
You fly so high, it was you again
We should wait on the rain all day and night
Like desprate man on desprate land
Spare me fucking imparity
We died too hard and so pretty
These days, those days, are end of the world
We flew far away where dark skies go
Well I could get upon my mind, Damayale skies
And I can make up my own dream, Damayale hands
And as you'll be my journey ship, Damayale night
As you sank here, Damayale heart
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