• After a century of sorrow
    Skeletons try to stand up and live.
    Their flesh all dried up and torn apart
    Separated from their bones.

    Will they ever rise back up?
    Will they ever make it to the other end?
    Will they ever love again?
    And most of all will they ever live once more?

    They were drowned in hydrochloric acid
    And when they woke up they couldn’t poise
    Lost hope and lost their dignity
    They felt like jelly that can’t even stay still in a plate.

    They have said that those were the last droplets of tears
    Tears that will never touch the ground by itself
    They say if there is something called Earth gravity
    They have something called self control

    But then again they ask themselves,
    Is there really such thing as that?
    If yes will we ever scope the whole word?
    Or maybe just blew it and forget about everything?

    Throughout their whole journey they met somebody.
    That person made them stronger and was there for the rest of it all
    The person cheered them up and made them all giddy little skeletons
    And they believed afterwards that they can die now than rebirth to the hell of the world