A Theory Of An Evening Sky
"The streets are filled with
You bleed till your blood turns black. Face down on
My blood layers the surface revealing the loss of life
Black burns the sky forced to the allegiance of the
[Instrumental]
A man, who's soul was put away to rest that
Five set out to ride again. When asked where our
We set out to capture the night, upon a horseback
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