And now
The Sun is fading fast
The shadows

Closing in

This moment

It's not going to last
Much longer
Than a couple of minutes


I'm about to find out
How you really feel

I'm about to wipe away your
Deficient form and circumstance


When we are on top of the mountain
When you are in book of death
Climbing on cradle and screaming

Mind that's a part of your head

Your feelings belong to you

But just because they're yours
It doesn't mean
That you can keep them


You can always come
Before the truth

Your deepest gut tells you
To build them


I'm about to find out
How you really are
I'm about to wipe away your

Custom, Hand made song

When we are on top of the mountain

When you are in book of death
Climbing on cradle and screaming
Mind that's a part into your head


I'm in a desperation
So as in we

There's a way about complication
It's sad in me


When we are on top of the mountain
When you are in book of death
Climbing on cradle and screaming

Mind that's a part into your head

When we are on top of the mountain

When you are in book of death
Climbing on cradle and screaming
Mind that's a part into your head