A weekend of drinking
The sun sets, the sun rises did time ever happen like a concept of a flicking flame in foggy castle window.
  
Those Laughs of late night tales surrounded by what seems is a never ending cycle of life.
Is it all pointless in the end?
When you realise nothing really matters.

Fate has its own agenda
Scared of dreaming is your best scenario
As you struggle to keep you eyes open
Will it be that endless darkness
No dream, no hope, no life.