The Haunted - Iron Mask
卜超 制作
These are the tools at hand
And this is what you came for.
So rest your faith on some
Solemn note.
When I give up on you it"s not me being callous.
Send me a letter, tell me
How it"s going.
Just stay the fuck away from me, until you reach
Some understanding,
I give up.
The first one is the worst one,
Took all I thought I ever had.
Well, maybe it"s supposed to hurt some,
but I can face it knowing;
That after all this there will be some kind of prize to find,
But I"m not the man to chance it anymore.
I spent a lifetime being locked up
In expectancy
Dreaming of truce.
Without these chains and iron mask to drag me down
Through veils of bone and bloodline
I can see the lie
It"s up to you now
Completion of this
Eyes staring blindly
Back at
