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looking around before the last show starts

we're all tired.. too tired to tell... but we have to go on, there's one last show left... with broken hearts, silly thoughts and the brightness of the first time gone... we have nothing else but ourselves to find the inspiration for it... we can't quit now

who'll replace those corpses on the ground?... and regardless of the situation, we have to smile

picking up my stuff, putting everything together just for the moment, that last battle we must stand... hell, too tired, too tired to tell... even so, we have to go on and never let the lights catch us crying... that's when i find my inspiration, just one more time, one more time... one... more... time... and it'll be done

will they ever wonder how did we do this? will they ever understand what took us to make this true? they'll just clap if they liked it, whether we really sacrificed or not...

never let the sun catch you crying... never let the lights catch you without smiling... cry their name, summon your demons to fight and your angels to hold the last breath you don't want to give up... cry their name, and die...

i don't know what else is coming after this, all i know is that i must go through this, i shouldn't care, i shouldn't mourn, i shouldn't even turn back to see those who have fallen... but hell (once again) i do... holding my devices of art, blood and sweat on my face, that dirty disaster on my head, my body is weak by now... i barely can breath... but i take that last race... and i charge one last time...