Hail The Sun - Dead Messages

Letting go and wearing black the day we know you’re NEVER COMING HOME! WHO DECIDES IT’S OUR TURN TO GO? WHO DECIDES? Live, because you’re dying. (Quickly) I’m still trying. (We don’t really know) No! Life is a show, and tragedies are never fair. We’re all given a script that’s been written. (BLINDLY, BLINDLY)