الكلمات الأصلية
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Don't look too close at the gold on the wall
It's hiding the cracks, it's hiding the fall
They're sipping on something that's sweet and it's red
Ignoring the ghosts that are under the bed
They want to stay young, they want to stay fair
But there's a scent of the end in the air
It's a party for the blind
Leaving everything behind
One sip for the skin
One sip for the sin
They're drinking the wine of their own design
Getting lost in a world that was never so fine
Feeding on shadows, chasing the light
But the Sun is a witness to what's in the night
Behold the judgment, the weight of the crown
The higher they climb, the further they drown
In the hills of the stars, where the secrets are kept
They're dancing on promises that they never met
A ritual of beauty, a dance with the ghost
They're losing the thing that they value the most
They think they're the gods, they think they're the kings
But they're just the puppets on invisible strings
The blood is a witness
The earth is a judge
The feast is over
The mirror won't budge
Stay young
Stay fair
It's only
Air
