In the midst of this tragic illusion we wander through streets made of glass would you give up your life for one minute if you thought that the dream wouldn’t last? But heaven wont wait for the dreamers and hell filled a long time ago with souls from the hate revolution we travel through doors with their ghosts We soften the blow in the timeline with blood on our minds and our hands but nothing can save us from twilight when the darkness rolls in with the sand And nothing can stop it from shifting so we hide as our prayers fill the night we wait for the words than can lift us but they fade as we grasp them in flight
