While the seasons will undo your soul time forgives us and it takes control, but separate our things to put us back together. We're light as a feather, heavy as the weather, if it was raining stones. Put our hands together to applaud or pray. It's like a show was over but we're too scared to walk away...
you’re telling me that there are two stages? So the fuckers might just dissapear and then suddenly show uP EVEN CLOSER TO US? MY HEART CANNOT HANDLE THIS SHIT