:. The only knight .:

Beyond the wounds, the

rotten blood of those he'd smite,

beyond the dark and all the

smoke I found my only knight. 

His helmet isn't silver, his

sword's never been blessed;

but no matter how's the bicker

his heart won't leave his chest.

His eyes, bloody red, no tears

to poison his smile.

His mind, broken clock, no fears

to take down the wile. 

Some soldiers had said and sworn 

his wings used to be black;

those old feathers must've been lorn,

those old wishes must've been tacked.

He needs no armor to cover the skin

battle scars dressed long time ago.

He needs no voice to acclaim the win

from every struggle his demons owe. 

Though loneliness is a cruel words for a man to keep,

memories will remain.

Though Hell's been too wrong for its blood to seep,

it won't be the only gain.

Life goes by, war goes on,

it'd be too human to have a rest.

Little old knight, be back at dawn,

forget no love, forget no quest.

:. The blues you used to be .:

Little Miss Fire

would you say

there was a lover you had to pay?

Little Miss Sunshine

would you stay

back in the ashes, back in the clay?

Little Miss Fire

would you lay

on last September, within a neigh?

Little Miss Sunshine

would you flay

every rhyme turned on grey?

And I don’t know

when I crossed the line

thru my head and mind, side to side.

And I don’t know

if you’d ever been mine

when every thought I had claimed to be thine.

But pain has never remained.

And it’s hard for me 

to believe

I don’t miss what you used to be. 

And it’s hard for me

to believe

I don’t miss what you used to be. 

:. Drink (Lyrics) .:

My brother and I never shared a deeper bond.

He was from Oklahoma and my home was never told.

But I can still remember all the words he said to me,

And I can’t still remember the first time I had a drink.

The lights within the city died in front its sleepy sun,

The clouds above my torments quickly tried to turn around.

But I can still remember all the sights given to me,

And I can’t still remember the first time I had a drink.

Every single day in every class I felt I’d drown

With all those silly question whose answers had never shown.

But I can still remember all the giggles behind me,

And I can’t still remember the first time I had a drink.

In my eighteenth Summer I decided to sing along

With every loss I had while I goodbye that empty home.

But I can still remember all the hands that hurt’d me,

And I can’t still remember the first time I had a drink.

I wish I was in covers of the bestest magazines,

Wealthy, rich and famous, just the dopest in the streets;

Instead of lines and needles, vodka shots to make me sleep,

‘cause I can’t still remember the first time I had a drink 

I look inside the mirror and I see I’m fully grown.

Syringes, press and money had my voice to keep going on.

But I can now look back, those memories killing me,

And I can now remember why I’d ever have a drink.