This is a final sign of what we cannot take. You forced a bitter end to this story. The walls are closing down to this place we live. Say your last goodbyes, not to me cause.
This seperation will explode.
A starry sea, awakening. A fascination with this old style sence of right and wrong. What's wrong with me, it's hard to speak when it's all about the way we hold a gun at our own mouths.
A fatal blinding sight. It's the price I pay for looking through the sun for a change. The walls are closing down and eventually, we say our last goodbyes, we see.