Doubt In The Conclusion

Cut the cord from reality to your mind,
The only vow that ended up inside.
A pierce of lightning struck the pain,
Nothing ever ventured means nothing fucking gained.

Press my lips to the stars, wish each a sweet goodnight.
The sky’s faith will be ours, the moon’s rash delight.
With hope woven in with silks and grains,
Tonight’s the night where truth will rain.

With color as bright as the sun, and intent as clear as day,
We venture to the valley, where our troops will stay.
We’ll fight until the death, till sunshine turns to rain.
We’ll give them all our best, inflict the harshest pain.

Press my lips to the stars, wish each a sweet goodnight.
The sky’s faith will be ours, the moon’s rash delight.
With hope woven in with silks and grains,
Tonight’s the night where truth will rain.

Tempt me with your mistress eyes
Tempt me with your sin...