The sun is not my son

They say we'll be fine
Can keep on feeling [?]
We swallow all that friends we have
And leave a flash into the earth
Who will be [?]
When this world collapse
Who will be blamed for things we've done?
We'll be marching down the street
Thinking "how the hell to breathe?"
Who will be [you?]
Isn't that what we wanted?
[?] getting harder then they all say
What if [?]
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