And now
The Sun is fading fast
The shadows
Closing in
This moment
It's not going to last
Much longer
Than a couple of minutes
I'm about to find out
How you really feel
I'm about to wipe away your
Deficient form and circumstance
When we are on top of the mountain
When you are in book of death
Climbing on cradle and screaming
Mind that's a part of your head
Your feelings belong to you
But just because they're yours
It doesn't mean
That you can keep them
You can always come
Before the truth
Your deepest gut tells you
To build them
I'm about to find out
How you really are
I'm about to wipe away your
Custom, Hand made song
When we are on top of the mountain
When you are in book of death
Climbing on cradle and screaming
Mind that's a part into your head
I'm in a desperation
So as in we
There's a way about complication
It's sad in me
When we are on top of the mountain
When you are in book of death
Climbing on cradle and screaming
Mind that's a part into your head
When we are on top of the mountain
When you are in book of death
Climbing on cradle and screaming
Mind that's a part into your head