I am the keeper of the gates of pain
I'm sharing my sorrow
I'm screaming to the keepers of bliss
To open the gates of gladness

Like angels that are lookin' for freedom...

The picture wasn't so good
I drew it, I wrote it
And he just... Ahm

The lies, the fears
Were born from my pain
That killed and killed
Little angels of the world
Lookin' for the lights of souls
If only the dust was removed from their eyes
I would die tonight
I would be saint tonight



זה השיר הראשון שכתבתי באנגלית אז סילחו לי על הטעויות
שכביכול יש בו