Sometimes I like to believe that everything has a meaning, sometimes I like to believe that everything is what it seems. His eyes as blue as the ocean, the man in black, he follows behind me. Every time from the corner of my eye, every time from the corner of my eye. You see me but you can't see him, what happens past this point is out of my hands, I lie alone asleep at night everyday a step closer to seeing the light. It begins... A start without an end, how are lives made from this, watching every move we make, mistake after fucking mistake his eyes are closed but I feel them on me now. I am releasing the fear in me, we will all die the same. My time has come.