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You walked around, thought yourself beautiful

Just too bad they stared, just too bad they stared

Broke up your crown, called you «unusable»

See how well you fared

Stole underground to kick your heart around

Banished from above, banished from above

Forgot yourself, your home and shot your health

Left it all for love

And on their lips

Delirious quips

Last seen with friends wishing them well

Delayed, seduced, you listened for the truth

Just too bad they lied, just too bad they lied

Oh come around in form of future youth

Summoned from the sky

Ono omode, ono omode de

Ono omode, ono omode de

Ono omode, ono omode de

Ono omode, ono omode de

Refuse these cruel

Unusual fools

Leave them to rule

In hallowpoint hell

You’ve much to do, now listen to the truth

Cradled in a cry, cradled in a cry

Your light’ll shine, fire undisputable

Keep your head on high, keep your head on high

Oh walk around, know you are beautiful

Aimless and alive, broken and divine

Oh walk around, know you are future youth

Summoned to the sky