In my lungs through my windows
on my head on the floor
ashes of falling hope
choking me inside these doors
stormy winds seduce the night
over new york and karachi skies
sinking in a sea of time
mourning since 119
No more, I'm breathing you no more, I'm missing you no more, No more
God and money take the blame
for suicidal video games
if all that lives is born to die
love remains I wonder why
on black and white tv
red is all I see
I'm sick of spying eyes
wearing suits and secret ties
(Repeat) No More
the dream is not yet over
keep yourself alive
hold on
we may survive
