See you in seven.
Since I am just god’s pet.
Searching for something more than just oxygen.
Does apathy come with age?
Am I just victim to turning the page?
This love of life is just a love of waiting
for dead ends and dead new beginnings.
The spirals keep growing, and the gusts keep blowing.
(Time) The Highlands will swallow me
(and blood) Payed with the gift of death
(Blindfold) So I could find the charm to life.
(My Mind) I’ve given up on trying, I’ll find myself ICD.