My blurring days are over
I'm so confinding about the blame
If you could say it's over,
well, it will never be the same:

Burden striked the thunder,
thunder striked the bull
All this was for nothing
Im blaming it on you.

Colorfull what`s empty,
try surviving this
Whatever could have happened,
won't be pouring bliss.

Depends on the sorrow within you
(what the hell I`m gonna do)
But stop these rail roads that you
just can`t make undo.