Back in those days around 2020 It seems you’d been carrying a lot of loneliness I don't want to kill anyone anymore That child raises a gun, hesitant as they do You were writing a letter, leaving it by the pillow in the next room You tell me, Let’s make a pact You want to be my accomplice Ah, give me living blood You look like you’re about to die, and it’s starting to hurt me too Ah, give me living blood I’m at my limit too When did people end up like this?
