
When everything turns to black
You don’t know where to go
You need something
To justify your soul
When everything turns to black
You don’t know where to go
You need something
To justify your soul
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!