This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
With my disappearence we can adjust,
And when you read this all is lost.
When you read this
we have already reached the edge.
These words are dying wishes
and now I'll never speak again.
This means feeling alive when all else has failed.
In the end it's just us, homeless.
And when no one is around
I just feel like home.
I am writing this for all that remains is our past.
This is a life among wolves,
and we are wolves among wolves.
Another end to repress our false ambitions
and recollect the pieces of this failure.
Will you ever know my name again...
I guess you will when you read it on a stone.
But next time i'll take care.
Next time... I swear I'll take care.
And if we'll ever meet again, I will make you proud.
At least for a day.
And when no one is around I just feel like home,
but for a minute i'll feel blessed,
maybe better for a day, at least I'd feel like pastime.
And as long as we wish these days away from us
I remember you as a friend.
But what have we become?
This memory of us is dressed in flames,
And for what these dreams can cause
I'm wishing myself away.
And when you read this all is lost.
When you read this
we have already reached the edge.
These words are dying wishes
and now I'll never speak again.
This means feeling alive when all else has failed.
In the end it's just us, homeless.
And when no one is around
I just feel like home.
I am writing this for all that remains is our past.
This is a life among wolves,
and we are wolves among wolves.
Another end to repress our false ambitions
and recollect the pieces of this failure.
Will you ever know my name again...
I guess you will when you read it on a stone.
But next time i'll take care.
Next time... I swear I'll take care.
And if we'll ever meet again, I will make you proud.
At least for a day.
And when no one is around I just feel like home,
but for a minute i'll feel blessed,
maybe better for a day, at least I'd feel like pastime.
And as long as we wish these days away from us
I remember you as a friend.
But what have we become?
This memory of us is dressed in flames,
And for what these dreams can cause
I'm wishing myself away.
Lyrics submitted by xtpix
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