• Look at the sun go down, see the moon take flight.

    Hear the soft breeze wrestle the trees of the night.

    Can you hear the wispers from the graves?

    Can you save the things no one saves?

    Verify that firefly, is it real, or a lie?

    Just find it before it's your time to die

    From the darkness it shines to be

    In a forsaken world of this apathy

    In the night, do you see the moon?

    Is it that of life, or that of a cartoon?

    Seek not from within your mind

    But find the truth from your soul

    Can you tell of my own kind?

    Before the bell comes to toll

    To bring you back to your hell

    Of the outside, you're a shell

    On the inside stirrs your own demise

    If only you can come to realize

    That the ringing in your head,

    Warns of the day you're dead.