From the vision of the pain
Troygt the corners of the wood
Times you lived your life
Bleddin from it's vains of nails
Lived the pain that never ends
The tree of death
Since you were from the dirth
And raised too high
Of what life is worth
When you ease your brain
See your dreams over
Fence your eager to fly forever
Reaching trough the gun
Role the trigger run
That's no reason to fly...
Forever fly
Few minutes of fallin drops
To dry the streams of your blood
You leave your god
As the mountain on which I close my eyes
To embrace the future of my last
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