Created Equal
Our days numbered by man;
our moments riddled with despair.
We can’t run from our past;
we can’t hide from our present.
We walk in the shadow of death;
we’re buried in the depths of nightmares.
Our days numbered by man;
our moments riddled with despair.
We can’t run from our past;
we can’t hide from our present.
We walk in the shadow of death;
we’re buried in the depths of nightmares.