It goes again
Gets good and then
You Can't go back to the past
No one's there anymore
Lifted up by the head
Who decides?
Gonna end up dead
It's a knowing of where and when he left
A small feeling in his chest
This is not live this is it
Do what you please
I watch it through a TV
Watch it through a TV with ease
Watch it through a TV
Come on let your guard down no one's here
But the trees
Come on let your guard down no one's here
But the trees
Lifted up by the head
Who decides gonna end up dead
No one's there anymore