The world is a cruel place
where a thing named Life resides
Hollow timeline, with no grace
With eyes pointy and sharp like knives
One day it gives you a hope
second it ties you a rope
It sparks a flame in your soul
so it can quench it
It stares through a pit
your heart is the name of that hole
......
The world is a cruel place
where a thing named Life resides
Hollow timeline, with no grace
With eyes pointy and sharp like knives
One day it gives you a hope
second it ties you a rope
It sparks a flame in your soul
so it can quench it
It stares through a pit
your heart is the name of that hole
......