I'll throw my marbles on the floor cause no one looks at the stars no more. We're losing our hearts, slammed the door on the art before it ever had a chance to grow... and so, appart we go, let the darkness show and know we'll never know... the answer is as plane as a blade upon the face is. I know we came so close, what a waste! could almost taste it... although we're on the presipis I know we'll never change it. The failed human race, he must look at us and hate it.

