Echoes

The ashes of an angel's wings

Blown across your pathway

Were tied down to the path of others

Face yourself in the mirror

Now's the time left in eternity

You'll pay your dues on judgement day,

To mutineers' with heads held high

For the others, glasses raised

High in wakes of life

Wait, wait for the end;

Here it matters when you're alone.

Echoes of memories will always return

To those who believe in star crossed lines

Now we await that day.

Walk the line when you've got one chance to stay alive

Weak prevail this time we're gods, its clear we're gods

No fucking memories of the battle,

A thousand lights

Will this ever change now?

Burn out, these weeks end dead

We have the time!