Born aimless Hail turmail So potent, yet perfect There's no pain when the rains come & the deluge washed away our future A lost space where the days rot & the years go astray The same No regrets, no , no regrets Until we reach an end & if you contest then you'll be the next & the flames will roar again Sad strangers - indifferent. Limp vessels - once vibrant It's all true - I knew from your eyes it wasn't you anymore Until we reach an end