What are the heads hung high by one...
Hello from Goodbye...

Everyone's gone mad; head hung high,
Eye's low, 'tween my facial lines...

At this rate; it's all pen to paper,
so...see you when the moon strikes...

Everyone's low-
head hung high...

...'cause in my head...,
where would we go...

Sorry, just another catastrophy,
sorry...

President
from the dark corner of my eye...

Sky:
Why do you die...

I don't understand,
you left it all beneath diagrams...

Ashen by the past,
leave me where I am at...

Stars in the sky,
sparked, tell me a white lie...

What does the river of time deliver?-
running for forlorning liquor...