Phantom Air

[00:53.61] You need it for the guilt and defeat.
[01:02.86] You need it to steam up the mirrors
[01:09.55] As we face
[01:14.56] And we turn.
[01:20.23] We became magic.
[01:25.05] We became illusionists.
[01:30.43] It made you live for night,
[01:35.92] Made you fuck the worth of dawns.
[01:55.94] The crescent digs in the palms of the traumas in tow
[02:05.10] And nothing but the hours in eyes,
[02:09.90] Whether lost or survived,
[02:13.51] Makes it known.
[02:16.82] Yes, it's known.
[02:22.93] We became magic.
[02:27.59] We became illusionists.
[02:33.38] It made you live for night,
[02:38.67] Made you fuck the worth of dawns.
[02:52.65] Yes, it's known.
[03:01.50] With every scar, every scathe and every mistake,
[03:10.73] You've got the blood on your hands
[03:13.94] Built by the scratching of sticks.
[03:30.26] It made you live for night,
[03:33.19] Made you fuck the worth of dawn
[03:36.18] And you birthed the blood of a world
[03:39.20] Built on the scratching of sticks.
[03:42.19] We became magic,
[03:44.66] With no chance, nor rewards in the risk.
[03:47.44] We became magic. We became illusionists.
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