We'll find you when the sun goes black.

How it's like to feel that you fall?

From icy sky.

From A Lost Paradise.

To feel rejected?

Impossible to love.

Cold and dead?

But this time we'll show them all,how much we mean.

Because we are all here.

We can see you smile from your grave.

It's not hate what you feel.

You just feel lonely and useless.

And you don't know why.

But we know the reason.

Because you are just a scarecrow.

And I mean this,forever.