Автор: Mr. Strange

I’m on my way, I need it now Last call for alcohol My limitation, my only sin Last call for

This is the hand that will blind your eyes And split your spine This is the blade that’ll visit your

What is abuse? It’s something I can say I’m in a mood to clear my head today A new reality

Harvest the field of time With the old man’s scythe The narrow path of the chosen one Reaches beyond life

Die! We die! Just die! Everything and someone Deep in my troubled mind Ain’t that a switch just to get

I was down, I was up Broken and unbound What went up came down And hit me hard to the

My chains are paper thin and they’re welded with ink Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight blood don’t leak

When night falls she cloaks the world in impenetrable darkness. A chill rises from the soil and contaminates the air

Before all things reborn again You learn the painful breath of time Cold morning stretches out your arms To the