The pain all around,
And fuzziness in my eye.
That deadly silence,
From the red mist.
Those people are all around,
Not a problem to my posterity.
A dark hue to everything.
My life on its last strings.
Was it all just for this bloodshed?
The pain all around,
And fuzziness in my eye.
That deadly silence,
From the red mist.
Those people are all around,
Not a problem to my posterity.
A dark hue to everything.
My life on its last strings.
Was it all just for this bloodshed?