Time is peace
Pretty, pretty, pretty; the world seems so
Colors explode in the corner of consciousness
I fear if I touch they will explode into million suns
So this is what it feels like to love
For times like this, God created us
You leave
Time is chaos
Pain, pain, pain; the world feels so
My phantom heart bleeds your name
And I will again drown in your absence
So this is what it feels like to die
For times like this, we invented God
