Dark is the light, the man you fight. With all your prayers, incantations. Running away, a trivial day. Of judgment and deliverance. . To whom was sold, this bounty soul.
Sometimes, I said sometimes. I go crazy like I'm crazy. It takes patience, lots of patience. Then it's over, fucking over. . I look at the sky faded. I read the stars.
Is there anybody here. Who hears me crying, I'm dying?. Is there anybody here. When it's over, over?. . I'm just passing the time. Wondering how you people will ever survive.