Skydancers, the air that surrounds us
Is the same air that kill us
We breathe through our lungs
This air spatter, leaves through the trees
Man did not leave the world with life
He is merely astrand in it
Whatever he does to the web
He does to himself
Is the same air that kill us
We breathe through our lungs
This air spatter, leaves through the trees
Man did not leave the world with life
He is merely astrand in it
Whatever he does to the web
He does to himself