Desolate children gather around to witness the darkest day of the sun. Swallowing the light with your green eyes as beautiful as the rain, corpse-painted cab drivers, taking risks like the younger generation. Melody sounds in the eardrums of the lost, it sings a tune so hollow.
I keep falling in love with your mind, I want to fall off the world with you, again. The hands of the wind prey to a God long lost, suicide pills mark the face of the victim. Before it's too long, remind me of what I left behind...
