by Arcassin Burnham



the world has reached its peak,
the ruins maybe old,
but existing life with no meaning,
and an heaven made of gold,
he has a hand full of hope,
and some rooms made of your desires,
of everything that you can possibly crave,
guess the rain drops become dryer,
but blood is thicker than water,
or dead in a grave,
you can not devote yourself,
to a higher purpose,
cause the price at the very end,
is very hurtful,
you can not devote yourself,
to a higher purpose,
cause the price at the very end,
is very hurtful,
i'm Saying.