There are no more roads to run
There are no more corners to hide
There are more days like this to come
There are even mnore thoughts of suicide

Friends come, friends go
Enemies tend to stick around
Aquaintances shall invite you to their favoutite shows
No-one is there when you're feeling down

The royal promises shall scurry away
Into the sewer, full of fesces and decay
The Rats will build their empire
Turn us into losers, full of fesces with lies that play

I will be in the corner, the dark corner
Hoping you can't see me
Praying for death so save me
To take me futher, into the darker lights

There are no more rivers that twist
There are no more hopes to die
There are homes in the trash
This is now where I hide