Oh, the skies, tumbling from your eyes So sublime, the chase to end all time Seasons call and fall, from grace and uniform Anatomical and metaphysical
Oh, the dye, a blood red setting sun rushing through my veins burning up my skin, I will survive, live and thrive Win this deadly game Love crime Love crime I will survive, live and thrive I will survive, I will survive I will
\"— Видишь? Это всё, что я хотел для тебя, Уилл. Для нас обоих. — Это прекрасно\"