Texty:
Blaze The Man Who Would Not Die

me to ransom with my own beliefs Blackmailer The architect of my own living death Overseer of a slow and a bitter decay Rotten inside but I just did not

your light is real darkness my darkness is real light guiding the path of this serpent hearted man Reborn trough the power of every new day not overwhelmed

bite For all that we hold dear For your families and our life Like each breath is our last As we fight not to die In this arena I who will not die won

Never start a fight you cannot win you'll be in a war that never ends making promises you cannot keep Living with regrets that make you weep Weeping

I did not see I did not hear I did not feel while you were gone My blood was cold, I was a stone You were my own, while you were gone Because you are

I made a rod it was for my own back at the time I could not see it but now it is clear I rattle my brain for words that I thought I knew as certainly

bite For all that we hold dear For your families and our life Like each breath is our last As we fight not to die In this arena I who will not die won

your light is real darkness my darkness is real light guiding the path of this serpent hearted man Reborn trough the power of every new day not overwhelmed

I wake up to a grinding day In a grinding week In a grinding month In a grinding year Grinding away The daily grind is grinding me I just go to work