And what is left of me, as I see the whole world burnt down to death, And what’s left for me, as I hear nothing but the sounds of the silence. What has been already built to be seen or…
Had it been a better place to spew dirt, it would have been plausible, But, you know, they already knew that we just weren’t meant to be. These will all be useless words spread across the useless shore of my…