The death of a dream you sold to me
Or I bought from the sea
And I don’t know and I don’t care
Now you’re not even there
But wandering with no feet
And daggers, daggers when we meet
Though I can’t fathom the resolute
You play me coz I’m a flute
Then run and go, run and leave
For all that I did believe
And all that I thought what is
I’m not even yours or his
I’m my own to always be
In existence eternally
In the midnight and in the fire
The world is a big fat liar