We awake to the warm embrace of daylight,
Slumbering in depths of the cold dark night...

We have a mystery with nothing to hide,
I have a beacon, my nocturnal guide...

In my coffin
I have my rose...

Two ton doors stand still with a wavier.
With floors still moving it gives life a new...

In our sick world of final hours,
Preventing our scars...

In a world of sick twists,
Light is only to be blinded by the dark...

Yeah she's fighting the greatest war alone,
In her mind ,all her past written in stone...

Hearts held high,
Only omniscient of obituaries...

As white doves fly over a patriotic nation,
The crowd looking up, recognizing King's...

In the Arms of my Angel,
My thoughts become strangled...

At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities...

At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities...