Here we are,
still the same old lights.
Not even bright,
not even beautiful.
We're not burning,
like we used to.
Ages ago.
We were like floodlights,
more than that.
We can't light up the dark,
not anymore.
Not like ages ago.
A little lighter in the dark,
not enough to light the room.
Not enough to see the hand,
right before your face.
A lighter so little,
can burn down everything.
Burn down the room,
the room we always hated.
Burn down the house,
the house which kept us.
For ages.
Today we burn down
everything.
We'll not rise like a phoenix,
we'll end.
