They say thing eventually heal with time
But time can also cause you pain...

Crimson red slowly seeping into cotton,
Anger and despair finding their sweet release...

So dark and sweetly nefarious
The promise of an autumn night...

Let her cry
She wants to be alone...

Imagine a cloudy, endless night
Where the stars cannot be found...

Dreams fly by, everyday
As time ticks itself away...

Is there anything to do?
Is there anyone to tell...

A hail of shooting stars tonight
The lights of a hundred armored jets...

Nothing different, nothing new
Just myself and nothing to do...

Crimson dew sparkles upon the grass
As leaves of humanity fall...

Come with me, let's leave this horrid place
I've had enough of not daring to show my face...

I fear the future and the past
I fear that nothing will ever last...