Standing here, i realize You were just like me , trying to make history But who's to judge The right from wrong When our guard is down I think we'll both agree That Violence breeds violence But in the end it hss to be this way I've carved my own path You followed your wrath But maybe we're the same Yet looking at this Barren wasted land I believe new life will be born Beneath the blood stained sand Blood stained sand!
why do you have sunglasses and eyepatch at the same time:skull: :skull:
