Black thin lines
In front of red
Our lung is hurting
The scenery
Is beautiful
If it wasn't so sad
Seriously!
What is going on?
When did everything go wrong?
The point of no return
To the right
A little nod
'Everything's gonna be alright'
We are selfish beings
There is not much more to kill
So ourselves must do
Too late for
Too late for
Cold feet
