Souls Parade

Tore down the walls beyond erased

These human souls conceal the fog

The floors are just right you a line your eyes

It's looking like a dark shape few but not for long

In this solid ground once we have movement

Could you fan and fuss or thrust against the waves

In this diamond town, place never meant suspend

The dying men shadow a dose, a sore blend of ambitious sense

Lives loud pay amongst the crowd

The feeling of healing the sounds all gather loud

For miles its stays both knees will slave