Tell me when the world is ending
 You won't be there still pretending
 I was just someone you would love to love
 But never love

 I know people without substance
 Will fill themselves with substances
 But then, honey child
 There was us
 There still is

 I will [bad word]  Gunnin trough the years
 Hunting heart
 [bad word] fear

 I am still haunting
 Down the roads
 I know
 Of the [bad word]  That begs and burns below

 Tell me how the stars explouded
 Heaven caved in
 Earth corroded
 I was still breaking my body in when you first touched me
 I know people will say
 We've trown our lives away
 But is there a trail to salvation or salvation anyway

 Their love laughs at locksmiths
 We're smashing trough the windows of delicate dream homes
 I feel so crowded alone
 The empathy of breaking chains
 The sympathy in crashing waves carefu boy, caution girl
 I do not think we were meant for this world

 Forever haunted
 By the roads I know
 And if not above
 I'll see you below.