[00:00.060]Chieh- Lun Chou[00:43.230]nineteen eighty three, alley, december no rain[00:45.990]on chapter7[00:46.980]i find my pen drawing closer to the truth or a name[00:49.890]it's driving me insane[00:51.300]smoking cigarettes fade[00:52.710]the silence after screams pain[00:54.690]there on baker street the circus once ride[00:56.700]suits of armour inscribed[00:58.110]where the iris shone bright that night[01:00.390]a carriage did arrive as for who or why[01:02.730]evil done in victoria streets painted red under moonlight[01:06.030]missing the hand gun the curtains untied[01:07.920]the unaccounted box of treasures[01:09.660]all counterfeit marks on the outside[01:11.400]in scotland yardthey'd be working all night long[01:13.650]no leads are left to go on[01:14.940]the culprit doubles back smile and move on[01:16.650]these wicked games the sound out like a symphony[01:22.140]these twists and turn let me play out your ending[01:27.990]the morning light will always fade away to night[01:38.790]or tillit's taken from our sight[02:04.920]how can the truth get exposed the places where no one goes[02:07.860]the simple smell of a rose the secrets start to unfold[02:10.830]every person wears a mask to fashion reason and lie[02:13.650]ever action has a reason thatreason's desire[02:19.290]in this life how can we live without ever sinning just once[02:21.990]we can forgive and forget but we can live and let rest that cannot[02:25.290]take the pices let it all come to you as it line up[02:27.570]i hear a step close behind me familiar smell[02:30.390]a flashing light the door opens while turing around[02:33.240]the pages fly left unwritten crimson to the touch[02:36.600]no soul on abby toad will know this much[02:39.390]felt through my chest though i knowit's the end[02:41.730]can't help but think of the reason i fought to defend[02:44.580]the only justice i knew now lives on silently[02:47.760]words written to be seen[02:50.280]i hear a step close behind me familiar smell[02:51.660]a flashing light the door opens while turing around[02:56.010]the pages fly left unwritten crimson to the touch[02:59.190]no soul on abby toad will know this much