Around and around I go. Trying to grind my dust into bones. Trying to turn this ash into snow. The bathroom wall revealed the secrets of the world; appease our conscience, you can have our freedom.
Your characters lacked depth; there was no twist at the end.
I can't imitate this. We really should start getting serious about the task at hand.
But i'm weak, corrupt, worthless and restless. But I never ever claimed to be anything different.
I can't live inside machines, I can't just fall asleep. 'Cause I pay in my dreams for what you did.
That clock doesn't tick and renew it winds down and runs off. Leaving us face to face with every right we bent wrong.
It's really not a shame in anyway that we got cut short on such a lovely day.