Nostalgic Scenario

We gaze upon the end of the world. Prepare yourselves and say your farewells. Give me something to love, and set me free. We’re dancing mad, underneath the lit up marquee. Words that form a meaning, like pages in a book. Meanings form a story, come here and take a look. The story of your future we read. The future of the morning is here. But are you just a memory? Are you just a dream? You’re just an emotion. You’re just a reflection. Let’s race them to the finish line. Let’s run until we’re out of time. We will succeed, we must fight. To conquer the bad man of the night. I’m always here, I’m part of you... whether or not you wanted me to. A battle worn field, in the land of fellow men. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Be not afraid because I’m stronger than them. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. So come on sugar, project your hate. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. You put me behind you like a ball and chain. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. So lost inside, with no more doubt. All the good people gone, it’s time for the final bout. Never again, will I succumb to this pain. Never again, will my love be in vain. I don’t want to be like, everybody else. I still feel it’s knife, embedded in my chest. We’ve thrown away, all that we've learned. And in the end, we will be burned. The anger rises, the answer fades. A life of mistakes, no frosting covered cakes. The anger rises, the answer fades. A life of mistakes, no frosting covered cakes. No frosting covered cakes. No frosting covered cakes.