the pieces of blades

The storm rising

The tides in our eyes

Branding its kind of swords

The pieces of blades shining light

Piercing through the tides

Cutting into our minds

Let the fear touch our hearts

Let there be no mistake

The bad we do

We can't escape

Though we may smile

Standing on the stage

We think nobody will see

What we do behind close curtains

Yet when the truth falls into place

We are stripped naked facing the truth

The storm rising

Only the truth will let us go free

The pieces of blades shining light

Let the fear sinking in our eyes