Intro
Four
Truth is that angels can sing
In not old but new memories
Three
Life\'s love is far along it\'s path
And goddamn it hurts to go back
Two
Was lost in a spiral of fears
Just to adhere to my past self
One
Wild lift of air in my grasp
Never reaching back
When truth or dare hits.
I\'ve tried to kill all my past.
Just to make thorn crowns fit
When I break it ain\'t gonna last.
When It breaks I ain\'t gonna last
In tinted broken Glass
Pain is a word that I\'ve overused
Another of the colours that had broke me through.
Inside one another is a broken view
Never break one another or their life is you.
In tinted broken glass
Stained and splintered in my grasp
Niceness is never, the way to live
Everything around you, will all fall or spin
Verge of a cliff, permanence in abyss
Everyones gone, but silence is yet still a myth
Roads\' long ahead, my friend.
For ever in my reach
Or never in my reach
Remember all those beaches
Endeavored all that teaches
Volatility in the wind, solace in my hand
Everythings shaking, no one is leeching
Remember all those beaches