Smoke Ya Later The Acacia Strain

"The searchlights have stopped, that means the helicopters have stopped searching for me"

I finally got to see the sky, got to see the sky
I finally got to see the sky, got to see the sky
I finally got to see the sky, got to see the sky
And I finally got to see the sky

Bright red with brilliance, just like the blood that came
Shooting out of your eyes
Bright red like brilliance, bright red like brilliance
Bright red

I finally got to see the sky
I finally got to see the sky
I finally got to see the sky
And i finally got to see the sky

If you won't look at me, you won't look at anyone
If you won't look at me, you won't look at anyone

The comparison is astounding

As the grass turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry
Turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry
Turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry
Turned the color of the sky, you told me you were wrong