Day by day we fall apart, disintegrate the lightning rains across the sky. But it comes too late to change the mood and save us now. The way we love is criminal, the way we hate is almost human.
Stood on the rooftop, scream at the sky again, dance to the radio end of the world we know: ugly is beautiful, beauty in stereo, thinking of you.
Just like the earth spins high as a kite again there with the river flow end of the life i've known.

All the words we throw away like paper cuts. They just keep piling higher and higher throughout the day. Illogical the script we're writing. The way we love is chemical, the way we hate is quite inhuman.

Eyes are opened wide.