Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
Your grace has me well Don't turn and walk away
Curved and bent coming, coming through Make no sound, colors of you
In this place new and strange You had us in a freeze
In this place new and strange You had us in a freeze
Flashes of neon mocking the sky Humid in moonlight, flowers in bloom
I don't know much but I am not blind Crosses of steel, iron and wine
The throne's overtaken, the horns will soon show
Selfish intentions easy to hide
Your aura is visible, blood's on your hands Shades of grey you leave on your way
Look back on those years you corrupted prick See what you've accomplished with your foul tricks
The future is written in dystopian stone
Carved and etched into mans every bone