Plastic soldiers March onto the Land of...
In the sand box little Jimmy Received his first...

As the wind blew against my face. It whispered...
But the curse is still here. I see the disastering...

Come to the Beautiful City of the Dead,
where all forms of the past were led...

How can I reach her, through these Impressive...
decorated with beauty Concealing something of...

As I walked through a valley,
were now only shadows call there home...

I'm really sorry baby, for the hurt it's already...
It's not your fault, its something you have no...