As the clocks ticks all that is heard is the heartbeats
As the rain falls upon us all that is heard is our thoughts
For who am I to change my world
For who am I to chase an ambition larger then earth
I travelled and cured the weak
so I could learn and rework my marks
But as my ambition grew so did my beating heart
But is this really alright?
Is this really a decision for me to make?
No words but the bottle
Just silence of closed doors
But as I dream I am intertwined to try with destiny
what is left is only a vial of blood
and
a heart of gold
But what if it all crumbles down?
What if the gheists starts to cry?
But as risk goes
it is a will to overcome the fears
So I studied the arts
I went from a local hero of a doctor
to
A plague bearer of selfish inner thoughts
Was it worth it?
The cost of souls?
The ashes is warm
Their voices as loud still
But even through all this
my mind was clear and my heart as stone
but I conteplmeted
and
wondered if I could have done more
so I went back to where it all started
puzzles pieces bringing it all back
So from blood I created
From ambition I made
and
from my soul
I made you
my wonderful child
from no mother to bare you
from an evil father to scare you
You are the happiest thing to be created
not an experiment
not a replacement
but a wish for a better future
So live my child
from the blood of your mother
and
the ambition of your father
of
a
better
today
and
tomorrow
because this is my present for you
as I\'ll be slain as the villain.
As I speak and as I sing
the clock finally stops to tick
and
I\'m finally at peace.