Not That Strong-13 Mg.

Not That Strong - 13 Mg. Light lives closest to the source When the fleeting day is done An open mind in quinine shut In marble task, the cards are cut Lost all patience Running out of breath No vocations The wicked and the rest Stars that shine are still the same But what's left is just the name And abstract ? on the mark In ironclad, the cards are marked Lost all patience Running out of breath No vocations The wicked and the rest Push, turn, and do it again Should iron turn to stone Scars that smile are strangely cold But what of numbness to an old wound In ? waves, our cards came true Lost all patience Running out of breath No vocations The wicked and the rest