Lyrics

Lightning struck my head Numb it out into a sacred layer There's the living jail With the ashes of my own hair Talk about angel loss Mystics told his soul is fully gloved Well, here we go The only hope that's left is in our home If they're born to die They shouldn't count with the way of their hands Trust your bloody hands Don't leave him mad 'cause you're next in line If they follow you Just tell 'em one was dead and I'll be sold Leave your soul in this If all else fails just leave with a kiss