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.