Thank You from Cheshi (EP) by Cheshi

And curse the page the prophet writes. 
The only thing I own are bones. 
My soul reached out into the night 
But never called it home.

They are not alien
Outside of the reach of man.
Simply a token we can glamorize
Within the palms of our hands. 

Thank you, thank you,
For teaching me just what I'm not.
Thank you, thank you,
For teaching me just what I'm not.

As he returned into the stars,
A wish was left but undefined.
To see them march on holy wars,
They killed him for his mind.

Don't call the hounds now- 
We have him in our humble sight. 
I see no crown there.
He is just another one of human kind.

Thank you, thank you,
For teaching me just what I'm not.
Thank you, thank you,
For teaching me just what I'm not.

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