As... i look up to you. a cold carved stone, that i look up to for guidence. now your lost smashed to pieces, by this hammer i have.with this i swear you'll crumble, reaping what i have, cold cry. your face your guidence wont be in vein, last time. your face, not again!, forget your face? i count this watching crumbleing down,from the sky. and with this hammer you will crumble! from the sky, you will crumble, from the sky, destroy such beauty, count the lies on my own fingertips, destroy such beauty, death await's. destroy such beauty! please forgive me |
