Torches Of Freedom

Horrendous moments dwelling in our mind
They’re not kind
Trample upon the pure things that we used to carry
Participate from screens that fade away, far away
Realizing what I’ve become, what you have made

Tones of anger is the gift you left me
Broken arrows pierced to walls that are falling apart
Burn the scrolls that I used to read
To alternate dreams while I sleep
Cross my fingers and hope to watch your feelings
To get torn apart

Evil deeds that went unpunished all these years
Blue lakes that turned into dark swamps overnight
Unworthy we were found and were exiled from the light
In the shadows I dwell, I have no trust in human life

Tones of anger is the gift you left me
Broken arrows pierced to walls that are falling apart
Burn the scrolls that I used to read
To alternate dreams while I sleep
Cross my fingers and hope to watch your feelings
To get torn apart

Tones of anger is the gift you left me
Broken arrows pierced to walls that are falling apart