Do you know where we are from?
Do you know where we've been?
Do you know where you've set foot?
Do you hear the wind?
Suffocating to breathe
Living with need
Do you believe in something more?
Do you know what we have in store?
Do you trust what you have been given?
Do what you must,
bleed and you are forgiven
Driven into a frenzy of loathing of hate
Brittle bones turn to ash
We are the red moon
We are opposites destined to clash
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Do you know where we are from?
Do you know where we've been?
Do you know where you've set foot?
Do you hear the wind?
Suffocating to breathe
Living with need
Do you believe in something more?
Do you know what we have in store?
Do you trust what you have been given?
Do what you must,
bleed and you are forgiven
Driven into a frenzy of loathing of hate
Brittle bones turn to ash
We are the red moon
We are opposites destined to clash
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