Wishing on a Scar - Lord Of The Lost

So, a light the red of lust

Fills sky that we once shared

In alabaster seas

It falls like in despair

The colours permeate

A flag of a fallow land

There is no place to start

To make ambitious plans

Born in need

Spirit weak

(Born in need)

The world we seek

(Spirit weak)

Is obsolete

So, it’s true I’ve killed before

But i cannot again

Some visions stay to haunt

Decisions steeped in shame

Maybe it was brave

To step through the portal

The most heroic souls

Accept we are mortal

Born in need

Spirit weak

(Born in need)

The world we seek

(Spirit weak)

Is obsolete

Believing we’re special — the curse of the mind

No defying death nor controlling time

Born in need

Spirit weak

I need to know

How this story goes

But I’m wishing on a scar

What tales been told

When the credits roll

And I’m wishing on a scar