How will it feel to end the world,
a flick of the wrist, a spin and a twirl...

A hand to guide me,
A breath to breath...

Spoken words,
A tattered heart...

If creation began with a pen,
I imagine it began like this...

The sunsets down and meets the sea,
There sits you and there sits me...

The four lettered word,
I speak about today...

Nothing can compare,
To my father in the Sky's...

I wish one day that you will see,
The bad this world contains...

If you had one wish,
A wish of limitless ties...

Sometimes the happy ending,
is never what you think...

You turn left, theres no escape.
You turn right, a wall you see...

When god made you,
The angels cried...