Nothing seems to make sense I'm so tired - tired of it all I've stopped searching for meanings... There are none Time - time heals nothing All it does is make you more bitter More twisted yet sucks the life out of you... Leaving you far too apathetic to seek revenge A revenge on what? Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born Because only - only humanity would fill it's days with so much fucking misery So it can prove to itself that it must be worth something To who? To who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... Who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one... It's time to cast out the net And to call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds And to steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, and to feign the phrases And to finally finish those unwritten pages And if I ever closed the chapter on you (I'm sorry, I never knew what else to do) It's last call and the hour is late (Time for the last nail in the coffin) Then cast me to the fire... To the fire... If I ever - If I ever closed the chapter on you And stole every glance It's the last call and the hour is late