The Atlas Moth
perpetual generations
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i sing that sacred harmony
that makes our minds align in the old way
i sing that sacred harmony
to know what its like to finally be free
Praise for the wicked and a curse for the earth
heroes die
Diseased we wait on the altars of ash
Rats will devour the sky
Home is a lie
home feels like a lie
straight from holes in the earth
take me to the place where the stars arent dying
home feels like a lie