This aint passover or nothing but I can feel that my time is here.
My failings are adding up again, my fevers burning up again.
It pulls you under ground.
Remember what it used to be like?
When we all led lonely lives.
Its terror that keeps us all in line.
Still were running towards nothing;
dont you know it never works out right?
The soul slowly fades away
and nothing seems the same anymore since you left through that door.
Feel so unperfect even though youre perfect.
Dont you know that Id give it all up for you?
Still youre waiting for nothing.
She: Please do that thing you wanted me to do.
He: Wheres that person I met when I met you?