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
