Going through life's motions is exactly what it has been for my last years. Only turning in the break of dawn and never waking up when the sun rises. And wakin' up in tears, desperate for any hint of salvation, of her scent. I reckon a rude awakening is in order now, don't you think, kind souls? I could die right now and she would refuse to see me. Her death, a drug that has put me away for good. I looked at this fucked up world and I see her face. I looked at its even more fucked up insignificant hordes of humans, I see her face.