[Music & Lyrics: Christopher BW]

The cause for distress
was never caused by what you knew

That time you lurked in your world's shadows
a man powered mask among the mundane merchants
it was a game of taunting
and you definitely won the chance

Those echoes, inversed, thumping on and on
as i held your hands, again and again

And i wonder why
was that the price to pay?
the seed in your inside I found
Gave birth in the devil in me

It never would be late,
to take the las resort
a decision greater of growing closer to the sun
but take no frail movements,
or else you will be lost
The chances, the dreams, the pains,
the dancind with the sun
lured decoy