a lot cold nights a lot of dark paths gotta move forward gotta walk past demons chasin gotta walk fast a lot battle scars gotta hard cast never came last to stop the hate now that's a hard task I can see your face though the glass your spirit flying up to the God above but why did God take the ones I love that's a good question and I'm still searching my head hurts and my hearts burning from this death burden I'm love yurnin every day I love learnin theirs a piece missing I just cant find it this pain stings and I cant hide it so I guess I gotta ride it even though I really wanna riot just stfu i rather eat in quiet friends dying but whos count as I watch them slip away like throwin Penny's in a mall fountain I'd try to think but the minds clouded little fucked up ya wouldn't doubt it would let you in it's a little crowded I seen the phantoms I saw the ghosts for all that past I propose a toast your purpose you served it well the legacy I will tell of the brave souls who fought hard with each cell you fought hell an received heaven what a great story what a great lesson when I leave hopefully I can make the same impression no intercession just raw aggression of this pain obsession I hope someone can grasp this message look through the wreckage an find reverence