In grief from which he can't relax,
Love blurs with death in parallax,
He follows in her tragic tracks,
To raise the fallen through the cracks,
And finish what he had begun,
To do what cannot be undone,
Pursued by what he can't outrun,
The end, friend, comes for everyone
For Cayte. I'm sorry I didn't come when you needed me.
[The End is Now]
For Cayte. I'm sorry I didn't come when you needed me.
[The End is Now]