To whom is the sunlight given. for whom does...
the patina of each life hides the subtle...
The river runs pure red.
It will forever flow...
The end is near
the crimson sun now lies beneath the earth...
Wicked muse inspiring my temper
with cruel blue abandon...
Highway to hell
Highway to heaven...
Your blood is my tears running down my face.
You're screaming in the night...
Sometimes i reminisce about you and i know it...
When I look back all i see is my past.. chasing...
haunting me...
The sky is bitter, everyone is tranced.
The fabric of time moves, forces unbalanced...
Following me always
Hunting me down, even in darkness...
I've layed on shards of glass.
I've danced upon blood stained ground...
Today once again I was given the shock of my life
Worse than having my heart ripped out...