The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Winding Down

Pressed to the night, on the edge of the chaos,

An empire falls in just one day.

Throwing the roses, taking the bow,

Lost it all in the very way.

Living off the poison, Chasing the rain,

Just look through the riffle's sight.

Blood as the writing, tragedy's the guideline,

What I know is anything but right.

All the fear, it's suffocating,

Ready,

Aim,

Fire!

All the pressure, It's a game of waiting;

And you tell me to hold on,

And you tell me as I bring you down,

The water's set to rise,

But I'll be off and running,

One,

Two,

Three!

-Victoria xX