Li[fe]ght flashing, fading

Walking down streets that were never built
I feel the presence of your soul
I walk
I walk
I walk alone
into deep darkness
caving in, closing in

the silouhettes breach light
It's closing, it's closing...
this is the end

such a disaster to occur to innocent lives
fading in grey
pounding on walls that have smashed into our lives
finding some meaning for living
we don't know anydamnthing.
we're better off dead--[dead!]

what I would always say...

we're better off dead...