Why can’t we end？ We’ve been already dead.
What made me stick to come right back？
Can’t you feel the world’s behind you.
All I can say is that come right back.
Leave me out of it
I’ve got nothing to see
Whatever, I don’t want.
I’d rather fall into a coma.
Just let me be but come right back.
So many wasted iron skies.
And I waved my mind. I was sort of satisfied.
But I knew and got a feeling that everything was messed.
I’m not satisfied.