It was like a slap in the face
A broken thought without a trace...

While on my journey to obliterate
My inferior yet indefectible past...

Yes, I can die tomorrow
But I don't wanna know the time...

Would you like to get drained
By a vampyre...

My world now has waterless oceans
And a desert replaced my grassy field...

Content, but nevertheless, intense
I guess seeing you again...

The third of March in 2011
It's happening all over again...

The wounds are healed now
But I can still see the scars...

You took her hand, and I gasped,
got on one knee, and I sighed...

If I block out the pounding rain
My own heartbeat that is insane...

Kill me before I lose my breath.
He just told me that I was the best...

Tell me now if this is it
Prove to me that this is the end...