My knuckles are turning white,
And the gun in my hand grow warm...

One Last Night
Is all I ask...

Ive seen failure and he's not pretty,
And yeah...

No,
I will not bend under this wieght...

I am a hero!
If only for tonight...

So long my ice queen,
Hello my may flower...

Whispers of broken promises
To the tortured soul...

A medicated rag doll,
Is what I am now...

What can I do?
But just let this happen...

She seems black and white
but the colours are blinding...

This machine;
Made of muscle...

The turn was quick
But the truck...