It's like time looked us in the face,
And it said 'Oh, what a disgrace'.
After  two hundred thousand years,
Still you're here,
But far, not near.
From the truth. that it belongs,
In the soul, which makes it strong.
All together, but alone,
How can this be all you learned?
You are given many years,
From the one who is not here,
Still I hear, some man complain,
'Life is short, and full of pain'.
Rest, won't find a single soul,
Not it things, but in his own,
I will not leave one behind,
You can see, that I own time.
And I'll run, until it's gone,
Every piece, of earth, and soul.
I am here to end the lies,
Heal the heart, let kingdom rise,
Still I have, only one goal:
**See the end, of this whole world.

What reason it is found,
In a soul that is bound,
To the simple way of acting
After feelings are reacting?

All of them, and many more
All of them, forever lost,
To the simple way of feeling,
That love always keeps on thinking.

They sink, drown, and down forget,
About what it was once said,
That the eyes filled all with love,
They're all blind, still filled with trust.

So they gain, while getting lost,
When it's gone, they see the world,
How it's shown, without the love,
Dull and empty, filled with lust.

After all, which matters most?
Love or reason, never both,
Freedom, or just being lost?
I'll forever wonder off...

Slow it starts,
It'll never last,
Up until,
You found out why,
Up until,
The **last goodbye.