Instumental
Daylight breaks hard on sacred ground
For centuries we've questioned them
Pure ambition burns in me
It's a beast, never to be
Yesterday is gone foreverNo turning back the clockIn The end,
As human beings, we're a complex thingSometimes so beatiful, other
My only comfort is in death
My only solace, my dying
I can see clearly now, a painful vision indeed
An attack
There is a place far from her home
She strayed her
Listen not to ones who preachThose who feel you're a