They presence every moment that we woundn't wish
Fight every consequence without self-interest
Show mercy in our routh behavior, faults and mistakes
Protect us for a longer life, or for the best
They had a true identity, and just that matters
Fools want to unmask them out of self-interest
They are blind, but listen, embracing souls
Twenty-four seven guards, with no rest
I guess real heroes cry more
More then they want, at least
I guess real heroes are never sure
The feeling they bond is a bliss
I guess real heroes faint
And fake, and lie, and get ill
I guess they are no saints
I guess they love without feeling it
They bust their lives to raise others
Giving and given up for all but self-interest
Bending light like scattered darkholes
To brighten life out of beloved ones, I guess
I guess real heroes cry more
More then they want, at least
I guess real heroes are never sure
The feeling they bond is a bliss
1 | Anoxemia |
2 | Aimless Way |
3 | Placebo |
4 | Maria Makes Me Happy |
5 | Clap Your Hands In The Air Super Pop Music |
6 | Butterflies |
7 | Wait The Rain |
8 | Don't Worry |
9 | Different Paths, Same Results |
10 | Thought |