Over

The ones who love me,
Seek the truth,
The pure, and everlasting proof,
Of all that's real, of what we feel,
A testament, to all we've been,

The ones I love,
Here, deep, inside,
Those, who've never, ever lied,
The ones, who love me too,
Whose flesh has been subdued.

Who'd live, for me
And die, for me,
The ones, the hordes,
Just, never see,
With these ones, I'm truly free.

Of all we've thought,
Of all, we've seen,
Of all, that we,
Just might've been,
Is now, over.