Exfil

You did your best not to swallow my pain

I took the rest before it went up in flames

When u eliminate the script whatever remains should be of an empty page

There is nothing left in this dreamless state

Nothing but poison in my veins

When u eliminate the endless script whatever remains should be in extase

Now it's so dark in here

This must be how it feels to finally disappear

Left in the absence of your atmosphere

Trapped in the coldened stratosphere