The ground I stand is rotting peacefully
Spirits die and you can't hear a sound
Palefaced shadows, sharing streets with me
They're the only movement here around
It's not that this is new to me
It's not that I don't know
We're living in a time ruthless and cold
Already wondering what is next in this weird show
I'm pretty sure I don't want to grow old
1000 stories never told
As you climb the highest trees my friend, tell me what exactly do you see
Do you see ways out of ignorance Or can you find a rest of dignity
I wonder how all moral fades and how kids might find
their place in a shameless system of disgrace
Sickness means survival, so just spend your time in hate
To me we are not destiny or fate
We're a mistake
And if you ask me how I feel, I would just say ok
It's ok