Memorial Hoard

I was born for a storm
And the calm does not suit me

Imagine no, no possessions
You may say I'm a dreamer

The simple act, focusing, paying attention
Can take you a long way

My life in my hands is absolute bullshit
Wading in the grime of the rotten dead
Everything is bright now where I live
Everything is bright now where I live

Imagine no, no possessions
You may say I'm a dreamer

The simple act, focusing, paying attention
Can take you a long way

It starts cold and always ends in fire