We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things I'm really not a mad man, the voices keep asking
When the ashes start to rise And the moon falls from the sky And a thousand candles burn into the night When the angels softly cry On the flames below the sky Would a thousand souls still pray for you and I? @RomanAria and yes I'm fine