must clean up the way until there is no one left alive and then there is always someone begging for the light endtime time torn and thrown into pre existential oceans pre ritual must clean up the way till there s no trace left of me endtime did i see me last night then denied it today same solitude rite done again it pours down upon me disgorging down from above and now it s too late now how are you tonight is there any way i could be of help tonight i write a vomit serenade of living yesterdays i ll show you tonight that no one really wants to listen to a song that really hurts who d ever want a love like a rainbow in the rain iridescent but vain i thought you would lie next to me in this bed of swallowed time and deceiving the autumn and all the remaining time and deceiving the horror the pest and the relative slime and the cancers and darkness behind the doors at night today all these things are unaware must clean up the way until there s not a soul left by my side but there s always a little sign of someone meant to take good care of your heart