Echoes of your voice filling up the hallways.
I still walk here and you still don't disappear.
Disappear (No hesitation).
I will move on (It's been over done).
Enough of everything.
It's been too long.
Erase the facts, erase the fucking past
This is the back of the front door.
And I control you.
And I still walk here.
And as a matter of timing crumbles.
And leaves us alone again with the wreckage.
It still smolders here.
Erase the facts, erase the fucking past.
Enough of everything.
It's been too long no looking back.
I'll be alive, live like I'm real.
Disappear now.
I will move on.
I'm hoping it's tonight when I can turn out these lights,
and be alive.
