The ashes of an angel's wings
Blown across your pathway
Were tied down to
The path of others
Face yourself in the mirror
Now s the time left in
Eternity
You'll pay your dues on judgment day,
To mutineers' with heads
Held high
For the others, glasses raised
High in wakes of life
Wait,
Wait for the end;
Here it matters when you're alone
Echoes of
Memories will always return
To those who believe in star crossed
Lines
Now we await that day
Walk the line when you've got one chance to
Stay alive
Weak prevail this time were gods, it's clear were gods
No
Fucking memories of the battle,
A thousand lights
Will this ever change
Now?
Burn out, these weeks end dead