The Final Voyage of the Liquid Sky

I've been fightin' gravity since I was two

Questers of the prize

Blind men in the snow

Some streak the skies

I choose to go below

Skin moves toward malignant

Worshipping the sun

They clamber over corpses

To be the chosen ones

Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky

Descend through the darkness

To the vast terrain

Down here on the bottom

You rarely hear the rain

Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky