There was once a sound that breathed life in
all men,
Yet no man could resist its mawing call
So who can attack an idea so pure,
One that's built on the lies of before?
Oh, a pain, building its intensity,
Running into the light,
Blinding yourself for freedom
So why must the time be crashed by the
expanding ofthe cosmos?
All time shall cease amongst them, and all
things shall regularly end as well.
But in no time soon, shall I ever stop being
better than those before.