All wicked sinners can't bring back their time. No matter what you say, it sounds so flimsy. Dead eyed redeemer, are we salvaged? No need for sympathy, what I want is solace. Can you see me? Can you hear me? Can you feel me? Despite crying out loud, there's no one here for me. Stigmatized as scum. The only one I know, it's not me. Don't look at me as guilty, I'm begging you.