Running Up

I take a look into my past.
I see a chaos that runs too fast.
I see it grow, I see it fly.
Take a look, take the time.
The sun melts down our structured face
Then winds dry our bloody sweat.
The sun that stays on top of our necks.
Leaves the smell of regret.
We´re running up that height.
Keep running up that height.
Keep following the stars.
We´re running up that height.
Keep running up that height.
Keep following those voices.
The world is cold and our dreams were dying.
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