Burning papers into ashes, what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls, keep dreaming away
Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand. Write some stories for tomorrow. From the bottle of amnesia Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done.