Echoes (The eyes of a traitor)

The ashes of an angel's wings Blown across your pathway Were tied down to the path of others Face yourself in the mirror Now's the time left in eternity You'll pay your dues on judgement day, To mutineers' with heads held high For the others, glasses raised High in wakes of life Wait, wait for the end; Here it matters when you're alone. Echoes of memories will always return To those who believe in star crossed lines Now we await that day. Walk the line when you've got one chance to stay alive Weak prevail this time we're gods, its clear we're gods No fucking memories of the battle, A thousand lights Will this ever change now? Burn out, these weeks end dead We have the time!