A cynical tale of this feeling of calm, told in remorse through the clench of my jaw.
I even sung with the birds as they sensed the storm.
If the death of chaos is the birth of clarity then bring me to the ground.
Bring me to the ground.
Bring me to the ground.
If the death of chaos is the birth of clarity...
If the death of chaos is the birth of clarity...
If the death of chaos is the birth of clarity...
If the death of chaos is the birth of clarity...
If the death of chaos is the birth of clarity...
If the death of chaos is the birth of clarity...