Texty:
Her Bright Skies A Sacrament Ill City

from now but so am I At least my words march on and all you'll be is a name scribbled on eroded tombstone And all you'll be is nothing but a name Cheer

serenity (you say we'll work out fine) put a smile on my face (that we will make it out alive) come serenity (for what it's worth) give me a smile give

the sleeping city. Chaos before the first bullet case hits the ground. "Stay near" a mother screams. "Stay near" a mother screams. Her walls collapse. Her

A sacrament in black and white a blood red sun sinks deep beneath the sea to rise again and on the next day it becomes that pitch black skyline we know

finally came true we're too young to be alone as you sucked the life from this world how about spending new years in a hospital bed and just a single