Halfed

Breaking face, is a natural game
Such a shame to be in the fire
Lop top tripping to the side of the rise
pockets full of gold, my life for Aiur

There's a mention in the world of a utopia lost
Ain't a soul searched it for fear of the false
Bringing back the past in a Renaissance way
It's the darkest night, before the bright of the day
Time to wrap it all up and reclaim the slate
Never too little, if you even start late