from ashes to ashes, I carried myself in return for a sense. from the demon of my broken youth, I thought I could teach the timekeeper to fence. from my heartache that lingers, I slowly losing my own defence.
the golden child will pull the trigger the golden child will pull the anchor the golden child will pull the dagger
pass my youth, I kept myself under the radar. but it didn't stop me from being filled with wonder. unfortunately, it had to stop ever since the blunder.