Chosen Freak

Night is close, I am so weak Glory speaks I’m just a freak who creates his own realms In the street of dying elms. Killing god of morbid dreams I can’t break his dreadful screams, They will call into the grave in this time, I won’t be brave. You will tell me, never mind, I still seek and I can find wings of freedom in the spring, But I’m running on the ring. And I see another trick I am fool, I’m chosen freak who creates his own realms In the street of dying elms.