The image of the world I live in. Born into to fall into oblivion. Is the huge arena of illusion and deceit. Nothing's real, not a thing. . Curtain call and the show starts.
With open arms, I am waiting. With open arms, I see the end. With open arms, I am dying. Dying a mournful death. . The landscape wipes out my tears. It's greyness stings my eyes.