Plankeye Dichotomy
The air up here, it seems so thin Stars burn my eyes The blood, it covers sin Flip an old coin over A new life begins and the old one is over If I tore my heart out and threw it on the floor Would you even care? Why can't you feel that I am real? Could you be the one? Guide me to the Son The air down here It seems so thick Dirt in my life You know it makes me sick I ask for water once again 'Cause my thirsty soul should be clean again
