For The Flames Beneath Your Bridge Avaritia
I'll come to your door
I'm surrounded by the night
Bringing you the pain that you don't want to know
Make sure you are not fall asleep
Because we're gonna celebrate
'As the dagger screams strike as the match, you gonna have to wait and see'
Fiction will get you through the night
And I'm sorry this will be your last
But no worries I'll be quick as the lights
'Cause everyday I've seen the sun rises but still clarity is only a word'
I have this thought in my mind that winter isn't always cold
Yeah! but it's suppose to be a sunny day.
So what's left for me? And what's left of me?
Oh god please answer this:
Am I turned to good enough or am I turned to be an avarice
Please, answer this..