I Wish I Could Come Up With A Long Song Title Referencing What This Guy Does, But I Am Out Of Ideas
Blurain
Beautiful, I've only just begun
So it seems, you’re not the only one
The clock is a weapon only poor men use
Stabbed into the heart of the wicked and abused
Save me from my own enemy
Give me my serenity
We'll become one
Forced against none
Your hand is my blessing
And my head is a curse
Can you make it worse?