2 acessos
Volition always were your spark of life
Don't mind the reprovers
They only caused your metallic tears
But not the sparkling grace they seed
Urge is yearning
And becomes woe
Slowly as your search for the hated
Becomes an obsession
Hollow's the line of least resistance
Cut the short cut to the detour
Leads you to wait anf percevere
You weren't meant to disappear
Phoenix will always rise again