This is a final sign of what we cannot take.
You forced a bitter end to this story.
The walls are closing down to this place we live.
Say your last goodbyes, not to me cause.

This seperation will explode.

starry sea, awakening. fascination with this old style sence
of right and wrong.
What's wrong with me, it's hard to speak when it's all about the
way we hold a gun at our own mouths.

fatal blinding sight. It's the price I pay for looking through
the sun for a change. The walls are closing down and eventually,
we say our last goodbyes, we see.