Avenged Sevenfold - Magic

Smoke in the signals

Won't touch the ground

Perfect harmony

You can have it all

Living always, always dying

But you wouldn't listen

Or maybe incapable

But that doesn't matter (into the sun)

Hopes to be had now

Or nothing at all

The world's buyin' a thrill, it's all possible

To think what they want

Living always, always dying

But you wouldn't listen

Or maybe incapable

But that doesn't matter

I write for me, nail on my head

I read for me, when I'm dead

Unto the road, the golden way

Eternal light

Take for yourself

All the offerings, offerings

This time will be the last

Gentle on my mind, on my mind

All the light we cannot see

Sky of gold mysteries

Stairway up set us free

Beyond the skies, the master key

Living always, always dying

But you wouldn't listen

Or maybe incapable

But that doesn't matter

I write for me, nail on my head

I read for me, when I'm dead

Unto the road, the golden way

Eternal light, prophecy

Things you believe, in life we breathe

Eyes of the world, all vanishing

The silent mind in truth appear

Think from the end