My eyes are open: roughly awoken again,
Choking on panic: psychosomatic regrets.

Regret,
Seconds counting down,
Regret,
Lights go out.

You think it´s over,
You think it can´t be saved,
But now it´s time to escape.

Make the decision, fuse of ambition ablaze,
Tune out the static, become emblematic of faith.

This faith,
Seconds counting down,
Faith,
Lights go out.

You think it´s over,
You think it can´t be saved,
But now it´s time to escape.