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One day I dreamed of an angel Descended through the night sky Told that I was carrying a child He would like a flesh start Turns out when he landed here He forgot his divinity This world changes us We're full of doubt and fear We always wait for a savior To guide us out of here We dive deep and we fly high Making excuses to die We dive deep and we fly high Making excuses to die We are broken clay sculptures In some attic like discarded artwork Trapped in the frames, we pray for Someone to make the canvas tear Or set fire to all gallery We dive deep and we fly high Making excuses to die We dive deep and we fly high Making excuses to die We are broken clay sculptures In some attic like discarded artwork Trapped in the frames, we pray for The observer make the canvas mean