as it flashed before my eyes
like rain crashing from skies
i am shaken by the sight
before i can find a pen
it is gone in the wind
broken [bad word] kite

please don't you give me false hope
you're free to go
i don't want you to cope
now is when i choose to fight
to make it right
or just to let it die

find me electricity

like the time that precedes words
there are colors but [bad word] even the dead carry on

should i resurrect this hope?
would it find a home
or just leave me more alone?
now i [bad word] to believe
i'm capable
of waking up these dreams

find me electricity