I would end it all if I knew the right dose
It's not just a jest I'm honestly quite close
To leave and give up writing this long prose
I'm sick and tired of life and I'm convinced that god knows
And yet I still write
Till the sky is bright
And the night kills lights
The fight stays on
Night's bright the sunrise
Let's all fly high
Till the sky cries through Ra's eyes
Dusk's bright the bright dawn
The blood the war drum
Let's sail and run, from Thames to Rhine
To me waking everyday is torture
Will you miss me? Frankly I don't care
As we both know life hasn't been so fair
I loathe you, have no hole and it's simply too cold here
And yet I still write
Till the sky is bright
And the night kills lights
The fight stays on
Night's bright the sunrise
Let's all fly high
Till the sky cries through Ra's eyes
Dusk's bright the bright dawn
The blood the war drum
Let's sail and run, from Thames to Rhine