Post-Script

There are no happy endings
That needn't be said
The problem with illusions being
that they're only in your head

So when you feel you've come to terms
With the things left in your wake
There's only one more place to go
One more path to take...

So now I'm going down to the graveyard
I'm gonna lay where I belong
But I'm gonna leave my troubles here
so you won't miss me while I'm gone

So keep you bullshit rhetorics
and your bleeding heart attacks
'cause this time I'm not waking up
and I'm never coming back...