The twinkle of a star
is what i see in you...

They sharpen there pitchforks
They sharpen there blades...

The ropes burn
My shackles break...

The cold the dark is all i see
People yelling and screaming at me...

Perfect,
Its what I would say...

New York, A sea of white
On a winters day...

Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...

As the night grows deeper
they start to shout...

Stars collide and the sun subsides
My heart beats faster as i think about you...

Death....
Is a last resort...

Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...

He grabs a gun from under the bed
he pulls the trigger and...