I will never die, believe me this whole brain these lyrical dreams will stand forever in the hearts of Rebellions. I can travel through time I have discovered my way out through time. But listen and listen to all the spoken words the trees have to sing. All new sounds? I don't think so, I don't think that the deads are now blind and deaf and not speaking at all. I just think I can live in the abyss of your mind as your heart loves what I sang. We are the living deads, walking in your minds as your voice brings us back to life.

Where i am, the voices I hear are no longer human no longer pleasant. It only struggles my ears as my knuckles hit fears again and again until they shut their mouths. All the joy i gave you has left me, i can barely handle death i cannot wait anymore.