Woorden: Lake Cisco. Fragment III: Closure.

:
we washed the core
we built an end
another mime
a false pretense
you think it'll preserve us from time

a secret voice
invites us in
another game
another win
no - you can no more decide on what's right

farewell my dear friend
I'm not supposed to speak out loud
that I am what you've made me
it's the only truth I know
but still I try
and still you lie to me