With a birds-eye view, from above, I'm losing all sense of boundary line These make believes, and empty signs, I never pay them any mind It's funny how sometimes you end up, on the opposite way, of the plans that you've drawn I know it is nonsense to be there, it's a fucked up path, that I've ended up on Just because it seems obvious, doesn't mean it's yours, no it doesnt mean it's done What difference does it make afterall, if you're not in the middle to reach it anymore Just because you've been good before, doesnt mean you're cleaned up, doesnt mean you're clean Names on all the paintings are gone, faded by bleaching clay These make believes and empty signs, never liked them anyway It's funny how sometimes you end up, on the opposite way, of the plans that you've drawn I know it is nonsense to be there, it's a fucked up path, that i've ended up on Just because it seems obvious, doesn't mean it's yours, no it doesnt mean it's done What difference does it make afterall, if you're not in the middle to reach it anymore Just because you've been good before, doesnt mean you're cleaned up, doesnt mean you're clean