I'm falling back through the stars,
through concocted dreams and fading lies.
Between the frames of dark and light,
all I sense is me falling.

The road ahead is broken and dead,
all that I see keeps fading into the unreal.
The heat of the sun kills the light within,
all that survives is the black soot of morrow.

The end, so near yet so far,
life goes on too long at the end of it.
The noon stretch seamlessly into hopeless nights ,
the light of a million stars breeze past as I glide,
I see the whole world falling by my side.