Days flow into horror.
Say your prayers for what it's worth.
Take your last look forward.
Lonely visions, watch them burn.
There's so much we can build on.
So much to loose.
It seems that everyone is tired.
This is nothing I choose
Maybe tomorrow is different,
I don't know how,
'Cause the only word in my mind is goodbye.
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