Between the stars and the blueberry sky,
We mean to trust the hearts that lie,
And when we wait on fighting the truth,
We get manipulated a abused,
Like strangers in a kissing booth,
Human formed to feel aloofed,
Misused from it's core purpose,
Manuscripted by earths flat surface,
The black called like ballots into the sky,
Above the earths surface the fire does fly,
Above the earths surface, the fire does fly.
