Feels like im in twilight
These eyes only see star-lite nights
Step under sun, and my skins pushing crystal
It's like a dream but this ***** actually happening

Baby, my touch isn't free
Ill play grim Reaper
Your time is valuable to me
Sounds like the script to a romantic fantasy

Like a sixth sense
I can see what I believe
And this metaphor seems real to me
Happiness is my opinion
The nights just when im living

To the chronicles of the AOE (Army of Excellence)
When Saint Christopher grew his wings
To become a savior to the human king
Took flight and saved the image of the living

These are just stories
Now here comes a parody
It's pure and so euphoric
A joke, so cheap everyone can afford it
Making circles in history
But I could die tommorow, and no amount of money
Would be able to buy these types of memories