Blood Stands Still. Tomorrow The World. Something To Live For. Zeneszám

So cold, I'm so sick of this world, I'm stuck here living in. So alone, but I just won't ever stop screaming for the ones that I hold sacred in my heart. I live for those, for the ones that I've lost, and they live through me. Too hard to hold, clenched fists and arms raised to the sky, until I die. Here I am, still pushing on, I'll stand by you, I will be strong. The blood spill from my eyes, but still my heart beats on forever