Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow. Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face. There you won't be alone. . I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills.
He woke up into a world that was not the same as when he left. He woke up to the walking, the walking dead. . When will he find. A little peace of mind,.
I awake to feel the cold touch of what lies beneath,. Ice burned, I'm gashed and worn, a hatchet caught in a storm,. Breathing in, It feels like sin just to be awake,.
At the crux of our nation the cornea dies.. Spills out dissension a barrage of cries.. Written in looks and glanced rebellion,. we gather these ugly wounds, weep words opposition..
You?. Are you?. Are you who you say you are?. I know you know. I know you know that I know who you are. Yes you know that I know who you are. We will break.
Who created me?. Who created me?. Who created from the bottom to the top to the inside out of me?. Even from the start. When you took my heart. Yeah, you tore me from the top to the bottom.
I know the games they play. But it's not for me to say. They take the dreams away. And only the scars remain. I'll go another way. Avoid the light of day.
Nighttime is here it all starts again. I see alot of mobs spawning in. it's barely dark but its all going down. i start to think , well there goes the town.
This is the first day of my last days. I built it up now I take it apart climbed up real high now fall down real far. No need for me to stay the last thing left I just threw it away.
Who was the one that stood beside you through the war of your life. Who stood defiant in the face of your enemy. Who was the one you could confide in when your adversaries made you run and hide.
Take the world inside your head. Take the world inside your head. Feel it better when you're dead. Take the world inside your head. . Inside, worlds collide.
put your faces on. get on with trouble, lies and wrongs. I'm your opaque facade,. and I will be there. be there for no one. no one. but me. . its a never-ending song, do what you are told.
The calming warmth of the golden skies. Brings dreams to roaming minds and tears to weathered eyes. The child quickly grows and gets wise to the word insanity.
The seven signs are arising. From the depths of hell. The wrath of God awaiting. Yet twisted minds rebel. The heavens will all open. And death will fly free.
WAKE UP SCREAMING,ARMOR UP. WEAPON AND SHIELD IN HAND. SENT OUT TO DESTROY THE ENEMY. APPROACHING CASTLE WALLS. . I HAVE A FEELING SOMETHING ISN'T RIGHT.