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 judgment 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 were gods, it's clear were gods
 No
 Fucking memories of the battle,
 A thousand lights
 Will this ever change
 Now?
 Burn out, these weeks end dead