By WhoThCares
Nov 13, 2019
To keep a little beauty in the world
All that died, died, died
We keep it in our hands.
In their dark clouds, blackening the sun
Prophet's lies burn craving in their eyes still
Casting a shadow over all.
Secret truths are buried deep.
All that died, died, died
We keep it in our hands.
In their dark clouds, blackening the sun
Prophet's lies burn craving in their eyes still
Casting a shadow over all.
Secret truths are buried deep.