Devil Sold His Soul - Dawn Of The First Day

Dawn Of The First Day Devil Sold His Soul Dawn's tired eyes make shadows the day's first casualty as you lose my eyes again, you fell too short, everything has changed my trust fades I cannot see the sun first light never to be seen again as I come to terms with another death of a close past the final straw of a drawn out hate, well I unfold half light arcs across the pavement, leaving it dull the highest clouds on the edge of space converge, I’ll do this on my own why should I be grateful? for a broken love, and a broken respect when it tears me down, I’ll get back up, and I’ll stand my ground my trust fades, I cannot see the sun first light never to be seen again why should I be grateful for a broken love and a broken respect? the final straw of a drawn out hate, well, I need it back once more a shadowed face, how should I have done this on my own?