Woorden:
Zero Hour Specs Of Pictures Burnt Beyond

and in envy (weak and in envy), all eyes on me (all eyes on me), dark yet adoring My memory has faded and torn, just specs of pictures burnt beyond

"Intellect without the affections can create a monster" I'll give the moon and the stars to my sons And the earth and the sea to my bride You are..

Pain still remains, redirect this change, release all the rage, that's in me Mind screams to me, useless memories, brings me to my knees, no release

This uphill climb, will it ever end? Something's going to die! Kill this old man, my mouth is dry Sweat like beads of sauder piercing my head A staff