Drops of red liquid they fall on the floor, can't take this anymore , where should i go , where should i hide ,the city lights aren't that bright .Where every hope is lost and your brain, it starts to rust , shivers are running down the spine , no love is felt no love is lost , and even tho everyone pretends it's fine they hurt you when you needed them the most they'll hunt you like the ghosts. The knights will chase until you hit a better place , without losses without haze . Some humans can't take it anymore , they desperately try to stay at the golden shore.