Listen well to your clock
Ticking your life away
And search for some luck
Come what may
How art thou so perfect?
In a world of destruction, of chaos
Your fate, you should have met
And brought back our loss.
Our land is yours to take
You've controled over
For your mortality is at our sake
And all the secrets you'd like to discover
Won't ever bring back your life.
From the grounds of hell,
I will tease you with a bit of fright
And prayed for my bell.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Listen well to your clock
Ticking your life away
And search for some luck
Come what may
How art thou so perfect?
In a world of destruction, of chaos
Your fate, you should have met
And brought back our loss.
Our land is yours to take
You've controled over
For your mortality is at our sake
And all the secrets you'd like to discover
Won't ever bring back your life.
From the grounds of hell,
I will tease you with a bit of fright
And prayed for my bell.
