With this ink in our skin we've sealed our fate,

and the axe comes early

(only naturally) So what does that matter?

There's a bed of skeletons waiting for me,

on the other side

They're waiting for my next move (next fatal breath)

Human lives to me seem so unreal, can't see through the fog

(nothing past a grey wall) see past the stereotype

Belief, structure built up in you.

I'll tear you down and the one who created you

Remenissions

Avenged Sevenfold

if they didn't have one how would they act?

If we didn't have hope how would we behave?

Would they still feel remorse

if they slaughtered innocent beings?

Or is hope the only thing that keeps you sane?

A good friend once told me you are memory

without them we equal nothing

all I can see is the place I wanna be

suddenly my life was so free

leaves at my feet, blown to the ground

their echoes are reaching my ears

nights coming fast, suns going down

but keep away from me... keep away from me

(it's hard, to keep me in this place, keep away from me)

We may have created the beginning, mentally

We may have created the beginning, physically

To the end of our human existence...

I see through you

The fear that's in your eyes

A good friend once told me we are memory

Without them we equal nothing

all I can see is the place I wanna be

Timeless my life was so free

Leaves at my feet, blown to the ground

their echoes are reaching my ears

Nights coming fast, suns going down - confused

I don't know the answers but neither do you