A tattered heart and a selfish boy will hold every second close.
 The day when the last call is up begins to sound closer.
 Signatures are for the self righteous.
 What did I create? I must be asleep.
 You move in tones.
 You talk in shapes.
 I must be asleep.
 Waving as I disappear.
 I'm better than this, and I' better than you.
 This is where you beg for my sorrow.
 We should not play the maker; we should hold our breath now.
 Signatures are for the self righteous.
 What did I create?
 I wish this was easier!
 I wish this was closer!
 I've got nothing left; I'm so tired of all of you.
 I want to go back where we came from and stab this city.
 Maybe I'm just tired of a "perfect" world that we'll never have.