I'm gone just like the wind, with a thousand different begs to differ constantly running through my mind (but it all sounds the same now), splitting me into halves. Oh, how this illness has blessed me, I've been stuck in this rutty nutshell for too long now, and I don't think I can take it much longer now. This is the natural instinct to danger (go). This is when the room is overcrowded (go). This is the easiest way out (go). This is the choice I made (go). Go, I gotta go. I'm gone just like yesterday, With a thousand different shadows trailing my footsteps, following me wherever I go. The bright sun in front blinds me, and sometimes all I have for solace is my past. But it only makes me cry, and now my tears have run dry. All I wanted was for you to hold on to me (hold on to me). Sorry, but the wind came and blew me away, away from you. Go, I gotta go. I'm gone just like the summer, and a thousand different faceless faces float past me (they're on their way). The cold winter sets in, and sweet summer creeps silently away. (Oh my subtle beauty is gone.) The bitter cold assails me, and I feel as if countless poison needles have penetrated my skin. Taking in the poison of love, I am rendered immobile, in the blink of infinity. So I say Come, take me by the hand, my fallen angel (I have fallen). Put a halo beneath my feet and we shall go down to heaven, our heaven, where everything burns. Let's go? Go, I gotta go.