Blurred sight a bright light standing before me, them flowers came to annoy me, bad blood is crawling against me, this spring is sickening. Now it's time to set up the bomb, before I start to ignore me, bad blood will never surrender, come join the heresy. This time I won't turn into a coward, I will not wait to be devoured, no beast will kill the desire to end with nothing at all. I've been shopping for ideals, just half are my own, being convinced that I'm right just to prove that I'm wrong, I gotta come clean to tear up the scheme when I face the machine, what will I do about it? I'll try to keep my shit together, ramble… and stop making excuses for myself. What's the use of wanting things to change if my obsessions are still the same? I'll save what's left of me.
Before I try to save someone else's soul and preach to the whole damn world, I'll break the scheme of my own regrets and learn for once to forgive myself, leave past in the past alone, ain't gonna be here for long, ain't gonna be here for long. So little time to save myself, not much time to reach my best, am I doomed to fail again? Am I doomed to fail again?
