Wastelands of ice the melting of minds,
its the same all again
Pain and starvation a matter and
salvation, its for the brave once again
Frauds and of souls its
just that time it shall never be the same again
breakers
I'll never once again stand still and
listening to the wind. There are still some things to be saved
within, the rotten dark unpleasant world outside the safe room of
hypocrites.
So instead I shall curse the wind and
repent my own shallow sins, but repent by condemning those who are
everlasting failing the world.
