It's not perfect, your fate is real
Been hoped to hear ghosts kneel on bed
A lonely night like others just died
I got to find style
But you won't get the picture too
He's not the one to reload
One stop just off ahead
Right when you're tired out with the kids
In dreams, bright eyes, wide open sky
I've found the way to kill my brain
I've found the way to kill my brain
If you wanna take a closer look
He's not the one to reload
Are you not far prepared?
He's put a child on the bed
He'll come back
He's on a bus to go to them
Just a story from an old book
He's not the one to reload
One stop, just off ahead
Right when you're tired out with the kids
Out with the tide, out with the castle
Are you not far from hell?
There's good and shadow to them
No power, no dust, no stuff to them
No power, no dust, no stuff to them