The crowds escape into the heavy fog
Familiar faces gone
The original idea stolen
We wear the mask of our own.
The trees are shrouded by colours
And the limbs continue throughout the earth...
Somehow brought back to life
To romanticize the suicide
I'm not happy with right...
I'm to honest for evil
I'm not happy in my presence
For the lack of love to be eternal
I think we're all merely holding on
So hold on.
The crowds escape into the heavy fog.