Tell me straight.
Did we catch it too late?
I would like to know how much time I've got.
I'm almost sure that I can find the cure.
But it's hard to tell when the symptom is lying to myself.
You can take a breath, it's over.
We've been running for so long.
It's time we learned the difference between the cold hard facts and the truth.
I want to tell you all my secrets.
But I'm so scared of what you'll think once you know who I am.
There are volumes written about all my mistakes.
But tonight they burn.
Tonight we'll let them burn.
And the thruth is we are more than empty faces.
We are light and we are sound.
We are filled with empty pages waiting for words.
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