What do you know about time and counting days?
The walls laugh as I cry wondering how I got this way
The boy holds the gun and I quickly come undone but I know he’s gotta die if I am to survive
I’ll play the reaper in my own life but I’m asking “why have i always been a servant to dark times?”
I’ll be certain to appreciate the purpose of why the boy became the serpent in a world that kept cursing him
So boy come with me. It’s you and I
It’s been a long time coming
Hold my hand and close your eyes... time to die
