Nothing seems to make sense
I'm so tired - tired of it all
I've stopped searching for meanings...
There are none
Time - time heals nothing
All it does is make you more bitter
More twisted yet sucks the life out of you...
Leaving you far too apathetic to seek revenge
A revenge on what?
Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born
Because only - only humanity would fill it's days with so much fucking misery
So it can prove to itself that it must be worth something
To who?
To who are you worth something?
Who would ever fucking miss you...
Who will miss you when you are dead?
I will tell you... no one...
It's time to cast out the net
And to call in all the old debts
To stumble over all the harsh words
And heal all the wounds
And to steal every glance
Every darkened romance
And cast it to the pyre
To rewrite the words, and to feign the phrases
And to finally finish those unwritten pages
And if I ever closed the chapter on you
(I'm sorry, I never knew what else to do)
It's last call and the hour is late
(Time for the last nail in the coffin)
Then cast me to the fire...
To the fire...
If I ever - If I ever closed the chapter on you
And stole every glance
It's the last call and the hour is late
