First for the Finished -

Sometimes I think i’m goin' blind

And even in my mind;

I can’t seem to see

So if you know i’ll never find

All the things i’ve left behind

Are really leaving me

If the mirror ever shows what you will never be

And humanity is all too hard to come by

Meet me under skies where the thunder’s drawing nigh

I know the stars are fallin' but i cannot tell you why

The moon is turning red and our weather lady said

«the earth doesn’t know which way it’s spinning

Is it the last of a limit and a first for the finished

Or is it just the end of the beginning?»

I used to be good at pretending

But they just aren’t convinced anymore

Now there’s counterfeit charisma coming out of every pore

And miracles may come to die as we know whats in store

Is living with the enemy the only way to thrive?

These breathing will be envious of others not alive

Can they manufacture monumental methods to survive?

Or is this what we will hear when we arrive?