We've painted over the best landscapes
And we know what's left is leeches and flies...
To cherish something
To not know what you have until its gone...
Looking through the window of mans dissolution
victors of the past become victims of the future...
I've been counting the kisses
And whispers in my ear...
So tell me,
What's become of us...
Let's start a revolution!
From each corner of the globe...
We dont know what people are thinking, dont know...
Cant even tell anything about those who we call...
They go around the school, hunting for a prey,
They see a girl, standing alone, she does that...
If there is an echo there is a voice, if there is...
Theres emo, theres goth.
Both dressed in black...
And what a world
it breeds, it needs...
Wisdom is no longer treasured
we threw away all our knowledge...