Memorial Hoard
I was born for a storm
And the calm does not suit me
Imagine no, no possessions
You may say I'm a dreamer
The simple act, focusing, paying attention
Can take you a long way
My life in my hands is absolute bullsh*t
Wading in the grime of the rotten dead
Everything is bright now where I live
Everything is bright now where I live
Imagine no, no possessions
You may say I'm a dreamer
The simple act, focusing, paying attention
Can take you a long way
It starts cold and always ends in fire
