Drist - Decontrol
This is a final sign of what we cannot take,
You forced a bitter end to this story;
The walls are closing down now to this place in which we live,
So say your last goodbyes, but not to me cause...
This seperation will explode, a starry sea, awakening,
A facination with this old style sense 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.
A fatal blinding sight,
That'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,
This seperation will explode.