Perception, the prison, betrayed by my mind
Angels mark the fragile, crosshairs in white, but in the shadows always standing by and watching while we wait
So bring the torch; bring the torch to Heaven’s Gate
Reality is getting so hard for me to swallow
Blood oath
Cut me open. Let me spin
Scorched earth, slow death, revenge
Angels mark the fragile, crosshairs in white, but in the shadows always standing by and watching while we wait
So bring the torch; bring the torch to Heaven’s Gate
Reality is getting so hard for me to swallow
Blood oath
Cut me open. Let me spin
Scorched earth, slow death, revenge
( Foreign Pain )
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