[Chorus]
Secure yourself to heaven.
Hold on tight, the night has
come.
Fasten up your earthly burdens,
You have just begun.
Kneeling down with broken prayers,
Hearts and bones from days
of youth.
Restless with an angel's wing,
I dig a grave to bury you.
No feet to fall,
You need no ground.
Allowed to glide right through
the sun,
Released from circles guarded
tight,
Now we all are chosen ones.
Repeat Chorus
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