A silent, man, being exposed to earth,
loaded, with text, and unpercented numbers
and this, dialog box has displayed two words
infront of the mirror,
Did you forget? Oh, this was it, FUCK YOU!
Everytime you close the download,
you minimize the screen for the others.
They can't see what happened,
they can't see what happened now!
His silence, has flown with the wind,
vanished with a sign of nothing
The lighthouse aims the direction for him to go,
he hopes it doesn't burn out and feeds,
him the words
And those words were? Oh yeah, FUCK YOU!
Everytime you close the download,
you minimize the screen for the others.
They can't see what happened,
they can't see what happened now!
Why is he trying?
Why is he trying?
Why is that he trys to be the one ahead?
What can he do now?
What can fate re-create?
The vision, of his past self, the life thats been down
The dialog box, that warps other's minds
is the one that passed by his
ot fixing the life he had in the past
and second-hand notices, brought and delivered
by a vehicle of time,
and for that he now, made the desicion of death
Everytime you close the download,
you minimize the screen for the others.
They can't see what happened,
they can't see what happened now!
Pulled the trigger that stopped the life,
of his own body, his own self!
The fire-arm of his choice, saw the image of red
when he lay on the ground,
smothered in dead,
creation of himself, and no where to vanish, back on...