The beauty of the troubled summer skies
Not all alone shall these spirits die
Evidence of the consequence
Of convenience and our opulence
All of this convenience, opulence
Handed out with very little sense
The rules makers make their rules for them
The time takers that their time to death
Oh no here we go
Bring on the smoke
Bring on the fire
A new season of
Orange skies and wild fires
Adventure through a morality void
A strangers house without your favourite toys
There is truth that still exists I swear to god
But when it appears it seems slumped and it's odd
Oh no here we go
Bring on the smoke
Bring on the fire
A new season of
Orange skies and wild fires
Michael Slumber - Beauty of the Troubled Summer Sky Lyrics
Michael Slumber - Beauty of the Troubled Summer Sky Lyrics
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The beauty of the troubled summer skies
Not all alone shall these spirits die
Evidence of the consequence
Of convenience and our opulence
All of this convenience, opulence
Handed out with very little sense
The rules makers make their rules for them
The time takers that their time to death
Oh no here we go
Bring on the smoke
Bring on the fire
A new season of
Orange skies and wild fires
Adventure through a morality void
A strangers house without your favourite toys
There is truth that still exists I swear to god
But when it appears it seems slumped and it's odd
Oh no here we go
Bring on the smoke
Bring on the fire
A new season of
Orange skies and wild fires
Not all alone shall these spirits die
Evidence of the consequence
Of convenience and our opulence
All of this convenience, opulence
Handed out with very little sense
The rules makers make their rules for them
The time takers that their time to death
Oh no here we go
Bring on the smoke
Bring on the fire
A new season of
Orange skies and wild fires
Adventure through a morality void
A strangers house without your favourite toys
There is truth that still exists I swear to god
But when it appears it seems slumped and it's odd
Oh no here we go
Bring on the smoke
Bring on the fire
A new season of
Orange skies and wild fires
Writer: Michael Brown
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