Mist The Hangman Tree - Act One
Real Wings
Forever goodbye to mu wings made of wax
Were do i go now now that i´m not part of the game
anymore?
The Hipocritical Tears of the losers
won´t sow seed-s in my ground
the ground were i belong now
my soul is free, there´s no more pain
there are just questions
were do i go now that i´m not part of the game
Anymore?
