let me crash
let me crumble
on my way to heaven [to heaven echo]
Point your finger at me, did you know
I’m living as you are?
point your finger at me you say “i’m all right”
let me tell you that when i crash and can’t be brought back
I will be standing on glass looking down on human hate.
I won’t crack crumble or bang once I rise above gravity.
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