I stood there laying on the floor,
watching clouds has gotten old, and running scared has gotten old.
On my way to the end.
I want to blend the cultures but I'm afraid I've been wrong from the start.
Is this part of the plan on my way to the end?
I think I'm dying again.
I bide my time, fall into the sky.
Unable to stop. I say goodbye as I fall into the sky, on my way to the end.
Thee unrest is imminent!