"And when the houses came, they ate up everyone like they were fishes, saying "Come on, come on....its the end of the world."
Sometimes I still wonder if it is.
The fire burning behind my eyes and his
and growing.
Growing so much higher
and farther and stronger and wider.
We aren't so strong anymore.
I don't want to know
what's ringing inside your ears.
I don't want to know your feelings.
I just want to be left alone.
The walls around aren't quite like home.
Home is where fear can't be found.
Fear for us is always around.
Nomadic expressions, scribbled onto a page.
Stand silent and solid, just burn with your rage.
I don't belive you.
I don't want to.
I won't ever come back.
I need a plane. I need the money.
I need everything I lack.
And now, with the sun long gone.
With my eyes drawing shut, I'll stay awake even longer.
Exhausted, and thinking,
"If this is the end, at least I loved."
Yeah, at least I loved you...
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