follow fools gold into the darkness not knowing what the light at the end means, 

I´m the patron saint of putting it all on black when it always comes up red.



just one taste is all you need



I´m never going home

once you feel it

I´m never giving in

once you taste it

I´m going to find a way

I´m going to make it last



throwing your lies into the throats of unknowing

5 long years meet their end

we were the patron saint of putting it all on black

when it always came up red



the dream is dead!