Each spot in the brain is rather fragile
Sometimes, it tells us the halos on our head, or the demons under our bed
Whatever it does, it goes for the goal hoping for it for our own future
None of us do not know the truth above our void decisions, we think it's always right almost better then the nights we had
Inside our invisible skull we cannot see, it betrays us in the end as it now brings us to the gate of flames
We chose everything in the beginning, and now in the after life you will see what you have created
Either you will know and see the ones in white, or those with horns waiting for you, but who will you choose?
Virus. It crawls within us and each type is different but some do go away but mine did not: it was a immortal sin.