Caught in the machine where use became the law,
Compelled to trust they need you
Gonna lose my soul, Gonna waste my life, This can't be true
Epilogue of a fairy tale
Heartrending cries

What started this slow erosion?
The mourn of our dearest hope,
An internal rain bloats my soul,
After thy thought being alone

We have to learn to be independent,
Burning a path everywhere we've gone
A new existence, The past for experience and future for freedom
The beginning of solitude
End of all lies

What started this slow erosion?
The mourn of our dearest hope,
An internal rain bloats my soul,
After thy thought being alone

We decided to go different ways
We went our separate ways
Who knows if they will meet one day? One day?