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.

thunderstorm.

it's too late anyway.