Up in the clouds, they're looking down it's for our own good But down below, beneath the crust they're doing things that they should not do And we're in the middle stuck between the push and the pull... ...ing us in opposite directions that we, that we, that we Can not go! Whoaaaa Their feathers white, stained crimson red once demons break loose Free from the core, sailing on fiery rivers once hidden from our view And we're left defenseless victims of strange disagreements Enemies, fighting for the same thing Do they know? Whoaaaa Now up above, they're hoping we will see the light Beneath our feet exploiting us was always the plan We feel the tug, we're feeling the weight of their fight With their eyes locked in hate they noticed not us ripping in half The one thing that they wanted, ripping in half The one thing that they fought for, ripping in half The one thing that they lived for, ripping in half With their eyes locked in hate they noticed not us ripping in half