Last Days: A Cry For Help
Nick Vasallo
I was wrong, in doubt too long
Just another day
Everyday it’s cold
There’s warmth in nowhere to go home
Open the door by force
Open the door by force
Waiting for God to come back
Return to the massacre
Instincts bring your death closer
Hope held tight
Falling down on life
Memory frames stain your eyes
Fading pictures of another life
Unleash the power of depression
Rebirth of deception
No more we see
Weak wills darken the heart
Die with grace and God
Weak wills darken the heart
Die with grace and God
Signs that trick your mind
What to me is life?
Signs that trick your mind
What to me is life?