me what is real And I just pretend Another perfect day And I wonder how it all will end Another perfect day And I will hide away From all the sights and sounds Another perfect day
And to all there is no end, another day in perfect hell So how come the carrying storm pours little on the truth? Where the smoking gun's a familiar
And to all there is no end Another day in perfect hell So, how come this gatherin' storm Pours little on the truth? Where the smokin' gun's A familiar
punches until he could no longer speak. Eriel's heart sank. Had he misjudged Challis and entrusted his people's future to a reckless youth? Eriel's mind