Now that we've reached the end,
and I'm the only one surviving.
I'm just waiting for the morning light
to touch my skin, warm my heart.
But I see a dead world at sunrise
and nothing can reverse the state.
Who now will pray and save my soul
when hell ascends and calls my name?
I'm alone, so forth and so on.
Their faces left.
I'm longing for death.
I'm in torture.
Torture, it's all that's left of my memories.
The cold hard truth,
bitter and sweet,
though I can't touch them,
see them, they are there, silent.
They listen, silent though they listen.
We are still one,
and I'm left missing pieces of myself.
