I can't forget I am a sole architect I built the shadows here I built the growl in the voice I fear.

I know that man's going to be my death! But I'm not sick of shadows. I can see the light as it comes through the curtains. I can feel the wind on my face. I've been waiting for the day I die. Besides, I've been told I'll die before I'm old. I watch the stars rain and I laugh. He'll see my face in a different place. And love will still weigh more than the feather my heart should be to gain entrance through the Gates.