They Live-Storm The Bay
For all the things you won't become.
And all the things you've left undone,
To reach your early ending.
How long did you try?
For all the hope you tore apart.
And all the times you had no heart,
To stop, your early ending...
How long did you try?
Now I can't keep my peace.
When they're staring back at me,
No, they cannot stop from fleeing now,
that we know,
They only exist to twist, and to break us down.
They only exist to twist, and to break us down.
Hoping to find the answer to the hole in your chest.
Maybe you'll find the reason for your emptiness.
What will it take to make you happy?
And would you even care?
What will it take to make you happy?
Why should we even care?