And what if God's dead
We must have done something wrong
This dark facade ends
We're independent from someone

This wreckage I call me
Would like to frame your voice
This wreckage I call me
Would like to meet you, meet you
Soon

We write suggestions
Suggesting fading to silence
And that must please you
My mirror's tarnished with 'no-help'

This wreckage I call me
Would like to frame your voice
This wreckage I call me
Would like to meet you, meet you
Soon

(Japanese phrase - means ";Goodbye, forever";)

Turn out these eyes
Wipe off my face
Erase me

Replay 'The end'

To be continued...