• With the reputation of a black butterfly with a broken wing
    on the verge of giving up on dreams
    Treated as a forgotten fairytale
    And as the razor was pressed to your hopes
    A simple sign of redemption shines
    When good and bad begin to bind
    And failure becomes nothing more than a distant figure
    That almost took over like an obsession feed by curiosity
    Because you're more than the paper star other people see
    too busy taking things too personally
    to notice you're the main victim of the duel
    And behind the mask is a cheerful soul
    As noticeable as the highest key on a violin
    Or an angel committing a deadly sin
    You've crossed the bridge over silent water
    When plots start to form even more hotter
    looking back from the wreckage of tranquility:
    Moving toward the abstruse melody
    Closer to the willing Sacrifice
    And doesn't ever stop to think twice.