Agents Of Chaos Damage Of Life
I wonder around the streets so lonely and empty Lost in a crowd, but I can't hide Is there a place where I can escape to? A desert island where I can die The Damage of Life is neverending There is no escape and we can't hide Maybe our time is up, but we don't want to Face up to facts there is little that is life I see the pain, but do not face it Breathlessly peering on a broken plate Mirror, Oh Mirror is there any answer?
