Teksty: All Left Out. The Conquest. Bon Voyage: The Lights.

I've been staring at these walls, now, for high on 9 years.
Pacing up and down these halls, practicing to preserve.
Standing on the drawing board, planning perfect gets aways.
All I need is open doors to begin the great escape.

The lights burn down below, but I don't wanna know.
The lights burn down below, but I don't wanna know.
I don't care, I don't wanna know.

Decisions have been made, now it's all becoming clearer.
Term is coming bringing change, time to get on out of here.

I'm leaving in a plane and I'm never looking back, No more hiding all .
my shame, when I'm coming off the tracks.

So long, goodbye.