Balloonist Traveler from Fleshles by The Clam

Where do I go?
So see the signs that are buried beneath below?
To find the colors in the world falling so slow?
From out of these eyes glancing out on to a burgeoning snow,
As the world craters around in a dying afterglow.

Hell raiser you are burning,
Hell raiser you are burning,
Hell raiser you are burning,
Hell raiser you are burning.

Distance traveled and traveled alone,
Miles and miles and miles honed,
No one around to exchange notes,
Nobody's home.
Only the sound of these feet,
As they move either to pass by or scavenge.

Hell raiser you are burning,
Hell raiser you are burning.
Hell raiser you are burning,
Hell raiser you are burning.

Whenever it gets dark is when the goblins rattle the branches the most,
To keep going with what's been got or try to break out from this setup shop in this mote,
Is the question that always follows after they try and take out one of the spokes.

Hell raiser you are burning,
Hell raiser you are burning,
Hell raiser you are burning,
Hell raiser you are burning.

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