The great pan is dead

Tell me when the world is ending
You won't be there still pretending
I was just someone you would love to love
But never love

I know people without substance
Will fill themselves with substances
But then, honey child
There was us
There still is

I will come running
Gunnin trough the years
Hunting heart
Crushing fear

I am still haunting
Down the roads
I know
Of the hell
That begs and burns below
Tell me how the stars explouded
Heaven caved in
Earth corroded
I was still breaking my body in when you first touched me
I know people will say
We've trown our lives away
But is there a trail to salvation or salvation anyway

Their love laughs at locksmiths
We're smashing trough the windows of delicate dream homes
I feel so crowded alone
The empathy of breaking chains
The sympathy in crashing waves carefu boy, caution girl
I do not think we were meant for this world

Forever haunted
By the roads i know
And if not above
I'll see you below.