Johnnie Ryde

Switchfoot's, I dare you to move ? Shunned by societies carved these Centuries a belief offering oppressions Plundered through fables of fairyless Tales in tears as molten gold melded... An idol to fulfill their heart's a god Or goddess that they could call their Very own and irony waiting within The wings of trial this metal bowing Unto statues serving merciless altars Whileas truth continued its wayward Trek atop the paths towards colder Binding hopes these dreams left bound Amid twisted chains to bury love's light... Judgment bleeding; ignorance arrogance Hate death life flesh spirit, hells deceit ¿ You me cauldrons revelations fiery scenes.