This last chord leave us safe in ground. Like a torch crossing the dark sky. Don't tell me how I feel, buddy, cause my words almost take my down. Problems in my world, it's out of control, the time we lose is wasted, broken and blurred. Healing all these wounds, someone I can trust for the upcoming battle without a peaceful end. Go and save yourself. Empty fucking bullshit reigns. Face it, break that mirror up and then rest.