So they promised you the stars,
the happiness of your distant hopes.
But as you tried to catch the moon,
its silver cape slipped through your fingers.
Fake was the dawn of their morality.
You are drowning from the flow of your emotions.

When all is none.

There is a miracle for every soul, an easy way to loose control.
The puppeteer and his dolls entertain the frantic crowd.

Invisible lands your stolen laughs, when all is none.

When all is none.

Who would be the most competent guardian for you, than yourself?
Always in range, under detention even at your sleep.

Your life, a white chalk on a small blackboard.

When all is none.
Die.
When all is none.