A new found heart filled with smoke
And we have you on the shoulders
By the Apocalypse
Brutal service of the wounded
Crying lions
Marching funerals
Will turn the lights
Upon the Seer
Till all dies
When good and bad separate
With screaming blindness
And dead souls
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
A new found heart filled with smoke
And we have you on the shoulders
By the Apocalypse
Brutal service of the wounded
Crying lions
Marching funerals
Will turn the lights
Upon the Seer
Till all dies
When good and bad separate
With screaming blindness
And dead souls
