Tekster: Wish For Wings. Afterlife. Mister Evening.

You say that's the truth, yeah right I see right through
Do you even know what the fuck you say to me?
Believe I see things that shouldn't be
Raise hell; release the ghost inside of me
You're getting left behind and I'm fucking out of here
We're all so tired we're all so done
Your world is at an end
Do you really think I'd wait around, think I'm doing this for you
Do you really think I'd waste my time dedicate myself to you?
It's too late what's done can't go back and change the past
Deaths grip on your lifelessness is next for us