Texty: JigGsaw. Zero Generation. Bottles Of Voodoo.

There's holes in my conscience and ghost in my closet
I've got to go away
I broke my stars and live for hers
they're gonna break and fall to planet mars
I've got to go away
hero's will die
my blood will dry
I hope she thinks of me sometimes in the moonlight through the abyss of time
I run away sometimes
please believe me when I say that I'll be fine...

(Thanks to Tara for these lyrics)