Soon, I will fade away,
Soon memories decay…
As I take one last breath and see you smiling at me,
And as I slowly feel the grounds beneath me crumbling down,
You're gone, you're gone…
you're already gone,
I hear everything, I almost see everything, I know everything, I know, I know everything, I know, but what's the point when I have no control?
I know, but what's the point when I have no control?
This is a tale of destruction, demolition, and chaos.
So why am I still surrounded by cranes?