Somewhere, in a cool, spotless room,a Gamemaker sits at a set of controls, fingers on the triggers that could end my life in a second.
For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.
Now I’m just chasing time
With a thousand dreams I’m holding heavy
And as we cross the line these fading beats have all been severed
Don’t tell me our youth is running out
It’s only just begun