Aware of some. Aware of nothing more. I have no faith. I cannot settle scores. You hope some day. I'll move out of the dark. Your wishes fail. 'Cause I am nothing.
Always, sometimes. Always seems to be. Chaos, crisis. Always feeds off me. Then you'll get carried away. The trauma is all too real. . And oh too much.
[Chorus:]. Sit alone and celebrate good times of change. Sit alone anticipate great times of change. . But they're all washed away with laughter. . As we wait to perish, turn to ashes.