First, this is a hell. Second, we are weak. This is what 
god has made for you ~grace~.
Better run fast, you won't get time to hide. There's a 
poison out here so you better stay inside.
Never open your eyes and better lose sight. It's the only 
way to make things feel right.
We'll keep transferring a craven goodbye. Our heaven is 
mend, but we're intentionally blind.
Keep asking the question - who is this I?
Just a broken link in a genetic line.
world. That's why we treat him with respect and
comfort his sleep. Now let him shine. His memory has 
fought him.
In his veins, there's true love to admire.
Think of the world that taught you how and why to be.
Think of your mothers warming smile while you're asleep.
Think that tomorrows gonna bring you back your niche.
Think about what you want and how it's gonna be.
You're already dead. Last chance to get heard.
Last chance to show your face to the world, fucker.