When the final moment arrives And I know it will Will I look back with anything but disappointment? Seen through the present you The former me deceased. Probably a safe assumption But guess what? The feeling is mutual And prostitution suits you selling your hollow soul Half a decade down the drain Good memories clouded/so fucking distant Bitter taste of true regret The end will come soon enough The night no longer young The past washed away The slate still not clean Muted echoes of better days! The future is tragedy And we now it is…