Welcom all you brave boys~

It's A Dirty Job, But Somone Has To Die

Lovely i seem to be
A happieness that only i want to be
the world seems to be feeling why i lie
here on the ground in the sand in the stone
it was like a tear drop made of dirty glass
a bloody emotion of stone and flame
i may be here but no one sees the end
lets run and scream and maybe we will find
the end
congradulation mister winter welcome to my home
here's the door, here's the window make your self at home
but dont forget to break in and steal my soul on your way out
welcome to the hall of the brave.