This is a final sign of what we cannot take.   You forced a bitter end to this story.   The walls are closing down to this place we live.   Say your last goodbyes, not to me cause.      This seperation will explode.      A starry sea, awakening. A fascination with this old style sence of right and wrong.    What's wrong with me, it's hard to speak when it's all about the way we hold a gun at our own mouths.      A fatal blinding sight. It's the price I pay for looking through the sun for a change. The walls are closing down and eventually, we say our last goodbyes, we see.