All I see are the gears going round

People doing their jobs

Tracing over the lines

Stress

The system is failing

You are the identity

Equivalent to the end

Fuck

Thank you for the memories

The sights you have given me

Thank you for the air I breathe

The music that has changed me

What I see is systematic anarchy

Hollowed eyes and absurdity

This is not a game I wish to play

Goodnight from heaven

Don�t cry for me because I’m young

See only what I’ve done

Be not sad for my poor heart

And I�ll meet you on the other side

Now

This is not a game I wish to play

Goodnight from heaven