Back and forth, back and forth
More than just once.
There's no time to remember the process.
First a laugh, then a crime, then you are out of time.
To remember the process.
Who will rise, to dispute those pale eyes.
And erase those headlines?
Who will rise and why.
At the end of our private war,
I don't ask about you anymore.
Few came, no one cried, only two sets of eyes,
Almost like you never lived or died.
Who will rise, to dispute those pale eyes.
And erase those headlines?
And erase your past crimes,
Just this one last time.
