Here we go again,
Between lost souls and trusted friends,
A day was started with a fine weather,
Then we lost in a cold temperature,
Driving the car in a highway,
Chasing dreams as we move down on subway,
The path was so unclear,
As we moved away we're getting closer to the fire.
A book was closed,
A list was made,
As we count 1 to 4,
We know we're gonna die with mental torture.
