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Oh smoky top of the hill

I can’t even see you,

I can’t even hear you, but I feel

Feel bloody feet on the run

Feel the sun blurred sun

Oh smoky way to the top

I’m wasted with air

I’m stoned with a height, but I won’t stop

Won’t stop bloody feet on the run

Won’t stop getting blind from the sun.

Stepping up rocky hill

Stepping up snowy highland

Airless madness laying on my way

I’m breathing with it,

The high hill trip,

My mind is ripped…

Oh smoky top of the world

I’m unchained,

But also unarmed but I won’t stop

Won’t stop bloody feet on the run

Won’t stop getting blind from the sun.

And Peter has a sword

Today I’m not going to knock that door

I’m not going to meet him, I’m not.