This is the end of everything.
And sure as hell i'm taking you with it.
I rather die with blood on my hands,
if my conscious is clean and my heart's been beating pure.
For what is living if you've already dead?
She's on fire but her embers burn her bridges.
And she knows that she can't walk on water.
Yet she tries.
For what is worse than to ask your friends for help.
And so she sinks to the bottom of the sea.
We're swimming and sinking,
We're running and falling,
We're breathing, not living,
We're crashing down!
