A little later than now
I suspect not to hear from you, again
Daily habits pass and changes
‘till I can’t recognize you anymore
Don’t you share this piece of information?
The view inside a pessimistic mind
Join the losing party
and death will be all we see
You know me from yesterday’s picture
taken a little to long ago
Yet, recognition seems to pass your senses,
if your glance was long enough to care that far
Which key would you take nowadays?
Have you already lost mine, have you?
Only hearing an echo of a soul
What a waste of time
Don’t you share this piece of information?
The view inside a pessimistic mind
Join the losing party
and death will be all we see
No, don’t take my view on the matter
Being pessimistic is contagious sometimes
Join the losing party
and death will be all we see
Death will sign the ending