Let's bid farewell to the light, at the end of the tunnel.
Do we still know that it's for real?
I am the arsonist, and I dance trough the flames that I've lit for myself.
Embrace the fire burning, when it makes me forget.
Smoke out my senses, when I feel cleansed.
Through the tubes we conduct the flow, through the eyes we observe.
Obscure Elevations, put a hinge on my last resort.
Some of us are born into the dark, we endure year after year.
Chained from the light, we can se a bitter end closing in.
We'll surface, if only for a brief moment,
within a memory, in a smile. within tears.
