• A dying shame;
    a dying father.
    Can we pray together that we'll all be okay?
    A tragidy that we'll always remember.
    And build together new memories.
    A gasp of air could set her free...
    ..But what happens to the rest of us
    when distant stars run through our lungs?
    When they disect our remains?
    What if there's nothing left but bones?
    What if there's nothing left at all?

    Black blood runs through his scars and ruins
    that stay in broad daylight
    for all to see.
    Tears and shivers
    run through his sisters
    until they suffer from
    the very same fate.

    a desiese is spreading
    and we're forgetting
    what we've wanted;
    what we've seen.
    And it's all collapses.
    But I'm not letting it get to me.
    So I'll stay in place
    until tommorrow
    when a new day rises.