All passed to the memories of your lives past
We only see what we want to now
How longer it could last?

I’ve seen the wasteland of these empty words
This life is a better with not a curse

With not a curse
With not a curse

And all the​ lights are out at midnight
Among right in hunt sight (night sight)
Cause all that’s left here now is starlight

It’s all lies in hunt sight
And as I lay here in the street
I see what I need
I need escape from mister Bree, carefree (I need)