Diecast

Tear a-way, from my life force
Torn a-way, from my existence
Take me away, from all reason
Tearing away.
How does a soul solidify,
And Create Destination!
With extasy comes agony,
But You Wont Mind A Ballance!
Must...
Must De...
Must Decide...
Must Decide Sacrafice!
Emotion Stands on High,
Living and Dying by the Sword.
Weight of the Risk is Great,
I Am Redeamed For the Passing.
Turn the Key,
Push the Gate,
Step by Step,
INCH BY INCH!
Nows the time, my day is near.
Come and see my inner fabric.
Taking (chance, we're on the move?)