These memories, these faces are all faded. It makes me feel kind of jaded, its kind of hard to say, its almost hard to speak. I waited to feel good, now I sit and listen, its like noone knows me. Could you teach me these lessons or can you see through me? We're all running round in circles. For who does this bell ring? Why does it ring, why does it change anything? My road calls me closer as it gets closer to the end, I can see the apocalypse coming. Its not scaring me, I'll send myself into the darkness, sacrifice myself and save everyone else from meeting the same fate as me. Your face is cut,I'll watch you bleed, my vision is red,soon I'll see visions of the dead.
