I'm the host of remorse, in a town of revenge
I can try to heal everyone for them
I can write it in blood and send it to you
Remember to remind you with my worst

But I was always civilized
Sad advance to reserve in atrophy
So I find solace In resending my regrets
And time will move on to the next waiting station
Closer to the target I missed

But I was only missing something
Sense to believe in something strong
Faith in some reward
As time is wasting all of us, deformed

I left her in may the fifth of dismay
But I'm going to keep my trophy