great ideas come from stupid mistakes
its broke, apart
separate our soul from misery
fake scenes represents reality

you lost it all
in the worst way you can’t ever imagine
one by one
your feet are bleeding, you’re not seeing

to see the town, around
destroying buildings, our systems, our secrets
just saying ‘goodbye, goodbye, goodbye’
it’s all you have to predict tonight

your own questions and answers
will help you to do all in the wrong way
taste it all
Then you’ll say
burn the start line, in the first day

you lost it all
in the worst way you can’t ever imagine
one by one
your feet are bleeding, you’re not seeing

to see the town, around
destroying buildings, our systems, our secrets
just saying ‘goodbye, goodbye, goodbye’
it’s all you have to predict tonight

Why can’t we be happy without our prays and illusions
Don’t say that will be better
The Things won’t change, our things won’t change

the second chance
could save your steps from forgotness