...Death plays on stage one and love stings again as a man takes what is left face as cold trinket saved
lid goes closed again another packed stacked tall little angel takes past sun
Heartache is the mind playing truth tricks more than mercy a loaded gun is only a message puke on a salvation lost
some one pays again how many die each day all the same cover late broken soul
red sun burns faster as fingers guide need passion seen only fate takes its message
doubles in triangle sought nothing getting just desert hurt left in meek rats die in streets covered in gold
lady loves a story dead pleased in strings dancing race and creed ship sinks in bed steal her hurt open a scroll
breath in and out place a hand on my heart promises drinking full rented heart soul gone past reality blessing just gone to press on riding the wind never past or passion just a piece of nothing
heart ache is the mind playing truth tricks more than mercy a loaded gun is only a message puke on a salvation lost
This time a view of heaven Is but a stand from hell's back yard A purpose of not staying as love Falls short of the last time Coals burn brand in marks kept
How many does it take to get past Raven above the door Soul in dying embers on a floor Fate measuring a bounty left Please is never beyond depth Children playing adult Dying on stones let
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern