Oh, the quiet silence defines our misery The riot inside keeps trying to visit me No matter how we try, it ' s too much history Too many bad notes playing in our symphony
So let it breathe, let it fly, let it go Let it fall, let it crash, burn slow And then you call upon God You call upon God
Tell me would you kill to save a life? Tell me would you kill to prove you ' re right? Crash, crash, burn let it all burn This hurricane’ s chasing us All underground
This hurricane This hurricane This hurricane Do you really want? Do you really want me? Do you really want me dear? All the life to told you for my sins Do you really want? Do you really want me? Do you really want me dead Or alive to live a lie?
Running away from the night Running away from the night Running away from the light Running away to save your life
43 MARS CODEX 3.0 By Angel Lyly ©