You got these ***** fellow pages of flickering madness
Trying to undo the past, tinkering with it
In the name of sadness or even provocation
For something new or something you've lose
You heartbreaker, nonsense talker
You proof nothing but yourself, hunter
The dark is your morning and so do your moon
You hint the farewell with the clock
So, dig a hole and put it in
like the promises you made and then you forgot
now, you have nothing to hate
Nor having nothing to love