Jan 03, 2007 00:55
I am not the boy who grew up yesterday
Who let the days pass by without a word to say
The chances I take I’ll call being young and dumb
So let the fire and destruction cause all disruption it wants
A testament to finally saying “fuck the fear”
Eyes wide open even though the end is near
Well let the light horizon blaze and sing and I will dance
Upon the stars that miss me as hurdle towards the earth
Do your worst
Do your worst
The end near
But it’s not yet here
Do your worst
Do your worst (destructions calling me, calling me, calling me)