#104 death of the old ones

I wasn't lying when I said you've gone too far from your old self.

You won't take your mask off 'cause you wanted to keep yourself of the shelves,

hoped you listened to me instead.

Shits got easily out of control,

it's 12 o'clock shouldn't you be safe at home?

Had you stayed and never went away,

It would be fine, it would be fine.

I should've left before the starts of the burning hell, before the raging storm, before the nuclear bomb.

Oh, death of the old ones,

death of the only ones.

I wasn't trying when I thought of you in my arms coughing up blood.

To wonder what caused those unavoided love scams it felt like unreal,

felt like to blow my brain out.

I was lapsing in and out again,

I saw you once dancing naked in the rain,

just a matter of time until the end,

It will be fine, it will be fine.

I should've stayed until it got better, until it stopped raining, until the truest end.

But, it's death of the old ones,

death of the only ones.

Death of an angel, birth of the devil, oh.