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Will I make it home
Or make a name for myself
Will I make it back alive
Will I see your face again

Call me Mapmaker
They say that I′m flying too close to the sun
Sailing too close to the edge
From the trenches to the ends of the Earth
Lost in these, these savage lands
Lost in these, these savage lands
This is not, not what I had planned


Will I make it home
Or make a name for myself
Will I make it back alive
Will I see your face again

There are eyes in the trees
They watch us
Ready to swing their blades
And carve the meat from our bones
From our bones

Should my own flesh and blood
Suffer for my sins

Will I make it home
Or make a name for myself
Will I make it back alive
Will I see your face again


Will I make it home
Or make a name for myself
Will I make it back alive
Will I see your face again