= Scatter to the wind =
Skillful trife the solid life, brought up by strife, wasted life.
Childhood torn asunder, ripped away her heart, like a rag doll girl.
She choked on the blood of a trouble past, this wasn't mean to last.
Nothing is meant to last.
From the time she came to when time will rearrange her stolid heart.
Two shall part, two shall part.
... and what of the last, when the time did pass, and future struggles began to amass.
I saw an angel light the sky with putrid wings that burned all time.
We choked on dust, and gathered ashes, never knowing then, that all of time would pass us.
... and in a moment of splendor and grace, God left the world behind.
Skillful trife the solid life, brought up by strife, wasted life.
Childhood torn asunder, ripped away her heart, like a rag doll girl.
She choked on the blood of a trouble past, this wasn't mean to last.
Nothing is meant to last.
From the time she came to when time will rearrange her stolid heart.
Two shall part, two shall part.
... and what of the last, when the time did pass, and future struggles began to amass.
I saw an angel light the sky with putrid wings that burned all time.
We choked on dust, and gathered ashes, never knowing then, that all of time would pass us.
... and in a moment of splendor and grace, God left the world behind.