Under the low hum of a distance metropolitan.
There was a flick, flick. Goddamn wind. Flick.. of a lighter.
As I trade my breaths for $6.98, my eyes begin to close.
In hopes that I had some way to see more colors.
Black mountains lay at the base of space out here.
Marching in the dark, imagining the colors once waiting out here.
The colors are a huge bonus.
It\'s the feeling that throes us.
This euphoria evaporates and the feeling never lasts.
Oh, what a life to live, when the feeling never lasts.