🖤Twist of Fate · Epic Down🖤
Verse 1: There was a boy who had just started playing a little on his guitar, somewhere in no man's land. Music began to stir up his young life in the middle before he crushed up four fingers of his right hand. In a machine on an October afternoon. Until help arrived, the sun had vanished behind the moon. He hears this sound to this day. The scenes in his head never fade away. Chorus: Living this life seems the long road to death. Some days are better, others are taking his breath. All your gossip is a nail in his coffin. destined to end up with as little as nothing. Condemned to create something out of nothing Condemned him to create his story from nothing Verse 2: The Hand was saved but at great cost All hope of ever playing again was forever lost. a life that ended before it could begin like a brief anecdote of regret that is passing It was back when there was no nation‘s blood supply That brought a tear to his soul, that fell from his eye.
