Right and wrong, good and evil, joy and despair the balance between all of these it all begins here half a mind occupied by whats on the other side a
Blinded by my own blood the grudge is growing The bright lights of the street high above are showing unrecognizable me head three times bigger respiration
My heart walks with a limp with an exterior that's a lie with a smile on my face and a head that's held high I thought I've seen tidel waves crash hard
