The world began when I was born
And it will end when I'm gone
The last lovers have born
But don't you dare ask God for help
It's very beautiful over there
I wish I could've met them
But all my idols are gone now
I guess it's a missing call
An empty lake of dying swans
How poetic and cruel is that?
But there's no such thing
As coincidences in this world
I use words that don't belong to me
And I use colors never seen before
To create a world I can't even reach