It’s not death, it’s not life.
Nothing to use, except knife,
To make you come back.
Everything’s packed.
Nothing to lose but your Way.
Get out of here. Are you afraid?
Don’t ask me to come, don’t teach me to go,
I’m on my own, I’m with my flow.
Nothing looks like the Life that you had.
Now it’s too late. All your Angels are Dead.
