(0152) faith in impulse

endless subtraction and we all come back to zero. every time you pull the blinds, it makes more sense. and after the nightmares take their course, i'll take back my fractured heart. the measurement of false intentions... delayed until the end of time. so carry on with your confessional whispers, for i'm not wasting my breath. just don't forget about me. just don't. as for your misfortune, there's nothing to say. from now on, i'll just assume my shadows can't be seen.