follow fools gold into the darkness not knowing what the light at the end means, I´m the patron saint of putting it all on black when it always comes up red.
just one taste is all you need
I´m never going home once you feel it I´m never giving in once you taste it I´m going to find a way I´m going to make it last
throwing your lies into the throats of unknowing 5 long years meet their end we were the patron saint of putting it all on black when it always came up red
the dream is dead!