The ashes of an angel's wings

Blown across your pathway

Were tied down to

The path of others



Face yourself in the mirror



Now... s the time left in

Eternity



You'll pay your dues on judgment day, 

To mutineers' with heads

Held high



For the others, glasses raised

High in wakes of life



Wait, 

Wait for the end; 



Here it matters when you're alone.



Echoes of

Memories will always return



To those who believe in star crossed

Lines



Now we await that day.



Walk the line when you've got one chance to

Stay alive



Weak prevail this time were gods, it's clear were gods



No

Fucking memories of the battle, 



A thousand lights



Will this ever change

Now?



Burn out, these weeks end dead