You see it black
I see it white
Thousand stones around us
There's nowhere to run
I'm gonna take it
I'm gonna take it, the blame
Those flying bullets
They can't reverse who I am
Fields turn grey, winter's coming home
All my doubts rising up strong
Bubbles burst and it's so fucking loud
I look up and I don't want to stop

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