In times of change I find comfort in the moon.
Planes take us away.
Stars disguise themselves sometimes, to prevent our wishes.
In days when it's rumored that life will come to an end.
People inevitably fall off the human trees.
Will this apocalyptic dream become?
Who to believe when the mass population was raised to deceive, Including me?
There is no ultimatum no negotiation there is no going back.
Animals roam the streets, including me.
Beware of the competition.
In days when it's rumored that life will come to an end.
People inevitably fall off the human trees.
Will this apocalyptic dream become?
World based on chance
It's no wonder nothing ever seems right.
Submerged in flux, guiding stars some how seem to hide.
We all suffer in suffocation.
If I stay out here long enough, my star is bound to show.