Из альбома: The Fiancée
Place This is where the giants roam and their horses stand so tall
And their fists engaged, and fingers bent back to the palm, except one
And you ain't seen nothing yet
All my judges burn, from their gunshot eyes, A direct line that travels at the speed of light into my heart, into my mind
I read between the lions The forest grows from their eyes
I was not placed upon the grass of this ever-fading earth for a standing ovation and it's romance
I was placed for the warning, so head the warning
And they cannot look away for if they do and cross paths with a wall that reflects all it sees, and it shows the truth, shows the fake, shows the past, shows all of the mistakes, And it shows everything that they refuse to see
Because if there is Blood On The Roots, then there is blood on the branches