Liquid Sky - Weedpecker

Under Liquid Sky

We’re dying just like that

We breathe liquid air

Come smoke, complete smell

Many paths to choose we have to go

My mind stretches and deforms

Being lost is what we choose to be

Liquid Sky is what we see

I am the raging sun

I brighten the darkest path

Thunders in my hands

Symphonies in the skies

Many paths to choose we have to go

My mind stretches and deforms

Being lost is what we choose to be

Liquid Sky is what we see