White turns to black
No other way then looking back
Memories playing the same Melody
Tears drawing a thought forgotten agony
The ground cracking under the feet of innocence
Holding on that instrument, holding on evidence
Trying to fight our own reminisce
A beating heart, purity, a perfect dance
Stained with mistakes of a filthy past
Puppets steered by the shadows we've lost
Innocence is not meant to last
A demon banned from the practice of his craft
Control is the land of the banned
Standing tall thinking we own the world
The cycle of time, drop dead
Control is the destiny of the ******
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
White turns to black
No other way then looking back
Memories playing the same Melody
Tears drawing a thought forgotten agony
The ground cracking under the feet of innocence
Holding on that instrument, holding on evidence
Trying to fight our own reminisce
A beating heart, purity, a perfect dance
Stained with mistakes of a filthy past
Puppets steered by the shadows we've lost
Innocence is not meant to last
A demon banned from the practice of his craft
Control is the land of the banned
Standing tall thinking we own the world
The cycle of time, drop dead
Control is the destiny of the ******
