she asked me what to do, all we did was look right through, the lies that they said were true, cuz there was nothing we could do, but at the end of the world, the faceless black charade, we decided we'd turn, a blind eye-run through the forest glade, the flames rose above us, looking for fuel to swallow, we gave them no quarter, beginning to turn so hollow, and as the angels whisper, i looked into her eyes, we'd finally found each other, in a blaze of lies, how do we break the cycle?  the neverending force, compelling us to wait, but not knowing whatever for . . .