Why can't we end? We've been already dead. What made me stick to come right back? Can't you feel the world's behind you. All I can say is that come right back.
Leave me out of it I've got nothing to see Whatever, I don't want. I'd rather fall into a coma. Just let me be but come right back.
So many wasted iron skies. And I waved my mind. I was sort of satisfied. But I knew and got a feeling that everything was messed. I'm not satisfied
