Rancid abondon the light giver of the night dream catcher to my eyes creator of all my lies words have spoken to the devil of my demise giving geting all that you could despise echos in a dew drop rose wating for the winds rancid blows in the night air time is wasting now that your alive its blood your tasting alive awake and regreting life one step closer to the scithe taker of my soul breeder of the hole redeemer of this image laced on a glass hinge time will fall and life will fail in the end is it god we hail reaper of death and the innocence sinners of saints and recolect
