I may be wrong

But the miracle that I prayed for is here,

Could be illusion, maybe some trickery,

I don't know why

I'm scoring the angels,

Counting all the thousand days,

There were so many tears

So many times, wasting away,

So what about the thousand days?

We miss the reason because of what we are,

I fall silent with you,

The gash I know is getting obvious

The blood of ages from

Scoring the angels,

Guaranteed for all we know

There were so many tears

So many times, wasting away

So what about the thousand days?

I swerve the engine, the balance disappears,

While i'm sleeping

I'm scoring the angels

Counting all the thousand days

There were so many tears

So many times, wasting away.

So what about the thousand days?