“When you hate something,
something that could’ve given you perspective,
of a nearby reality,
faith is the last thing that’ll leave your mind.
But for the ripped open hearts,
all across the world,
faith is the last thing that you’d believe in.”— Myself
“And I’m watching.
Just to make sure that everything is all right.
Will we ever belong to those who rules the galaxy,
to those who’s got a sixth sense and green eyes.
Can we ever return to that outcast of our life,
when eternity was for losers.
I’m a loser.”—Myself
“Now there’s a story for each and every other.
And a lightbulb filled with life.
There’s a hand and a head,
reaching out, but going insane.
Just to find out where to hold on,
where to get that intense warmth.
Throughout it all, there’s a part of illusions,
there’s a part of a circle, a metafor.
All these things compares to everything a person get themselfs involved in.
Now, grasp that hand, for life is what we fear it to be.”—Myself
“Well, would you open up
and let me in,
stop this rain from falling.
You have succeed,
you won this war
there is no other calling.
So if you’d open up
and let me in,
stop this pain and sorrow.
I’d lift my hands and pray again,
for a bright and better tomorrow.”—Myself
And don’t go die on me you said as if it was a duty of yours Then I reminded myself that you left thirty-eight weeks ago And as I hanged from my rooftop hoping for the suffocation to kick my heart in the ass I realized I had allready gone and died on you