Oh, my only friend
Kiss we're at the end of it all all the birds are gone
Watch the slow flies
On a hundred feet tall I was cut down two sides before I could
realize what was going on.
Let this be my final song.
O I hope I made a mark. I pushed against the dark until I
could end lying here right now.
If I knew a way out, I wouldn't. I did not fight for me,
but for those who came before me and those who will come after this
great disaster we call home.