Inkwood
Days to come, my day's been done
Tired, lost, forsaken son
When I lay my head to rest
There is no breath against my neck
When I reach out to the dying
All I find are actors lying
Armageddon in my head
And prayers from those with names unsaid
You're not here anymore, you're gone
You don't remember that they're...
Tired, lost, forsaken son
When I lay my head to rest
There is no breath against my neck
When I reach out to the dying
All I find are actors lying
Armageddon in my head
And prayers from those with names unsaid
You're not here anymore, you're gone
You don't remember that they're...