the final voyage of the liquid sky

I been fightin' gravity since
I was two.
Questers of the prizeblind men int he snow.
Some streak the skies
I choose to go below.
Skin moves towards malignantworshipping the sun .
They clamber over corpsesto be the chosen ones.
Drift along liquid sky.
Descending through the darknessto the vast terrain.
Down here on the bottomyou rarely hear the rain.
Drift along liquid sky.