At last the winter s come
he wears his gloves
he s riding on his bike and trying hard to not get lost
he doesn t recognise the streets
no familiar place
But as a car rams him off the streets head first, behind the wheel he sees a face
his hands tighten their grip
but there s no use in holding on to that damn bike while he makes a double flip
through the window of a store
the splintered glass cuts through his clothes and skin before he lands face down on the floor
he opens up his eyes
the walls are white
Apart from the beating in the temples of his head he kinda feels alright
and as he pulls himself up
his heart skips a beat
there s blood on his blanket, but he s scared of what s underneath
he tries to kick the blanket off the bed
but there s no movement underneath them as he feels the beating stronger in his head
the nurse runs in
And as shee empties a syringe in the IV he feels the world begin to spin
Have you ever tried to remember a dream
or a face in your sleep, well it s hard
but somehow he pulled it off
Now he s forever attatched to a chair
but revenge will be sweet, so you better start to run
You re almost late for work, you grab your coat and when you try to grab the
doorhandle you feel a bullet being shot right in your throat
You turn around and as you gasp for air you recognise the face of a man sitting
smiling in his chair
You try to stop the bleeding with your hand, but there s no use in trying to stop
one hole from bleeding when it drips out the other end
you re losing sight
and while you regret the hit and run from years ago the man softly says goodnight
he softly said goodnight
this is the end, goodnight.
