Из альбома: Machete Pop
A moonlit sky covered in black and white
Escape the misery this lucid nightmare will bring
A monument of blinding pitch-black night
Escape into the darkness where the angels wont reach
I'm fearful as I walk into where the shadows will dwell
When they come to take
Everything from me
As I turn my cheek
The confidence I put into the stars
Will be the death of everything I've grown to despise
The hesitation that I've felt so long
Will be the reason for the loss of blood from your hands