Uu...

Spi-

rits

of

the

ni-

ght

com-

mu-

ni-

cate

with

me,

their

vi-

sions

of

a

fu-

_-

ture

of

what

is

yet

to

be

As

I

see

the

way

I

die

and

I

try

to

chan-

ge

it

I

am

run-

ning

short

of

time.

I'll

just

sit

here

wait-

ing

Until

the

mo-

ment

comes

a-

round

like

I've

been

here

once

be-

fore

and

I'm

ques-

tion-

ing

the

truth.

No

es-

cap-

ing

dé-

jà-

_-

vu!

If

I

could

har-

ness

this

po-

wer,

as-

sume

ab-

so-

lute

cont-

rol

of

my

vi-

sions

from

a

fu-

ture,

no

one

will

e-

ver

know

that

I've

seen

the

day

you

die

and

I

tried

to

change

it.

You

are

run-

ning

short

of

time,

you'll

just

sit

there

wait-

_-

ing

Until

the

mo-

ment

comes

a-

round,

like

you've

been

there

once

be-

fore

and

you're

ques-

tion-

ing

the

truth.

No

es-

cap-

ing

dé-

jà-

_-

vu!

'Til

the

mo-

ment

comes

a-

round

like

we've

been

there

once

be-

fore.

Now

there's

no-

thing

left

to

lose.

No

es-

cap-

ing

dé-

jà-

_-

vu!

Fa-

ces

be-

come

strange-

ly

fa-

mi-

li-

ar,

stumbl-

ing

u-

pon

tra-

ces

of

my

vi-

sions.

Now

I

see

a

sha-

dow

of

a

man,

in

my

sil-

hou-

ette

he

stands.

The

wis-

dom

of

my

pre-

mo-

ni-

tion

comes

to

life!

I

was

just

a

kid

back

then,

but

now

I'm

back

to

take

re-

venge.

I

strn-

ly

look

my

kil-

ler

in

the

eye.

I'm

out

for

sa-

tis-

fac-

tion

when

I´m

sud-

den-

ly

dis-

tract-

ed

by

the

si-

lent

cries

that

ec-

ho

in

the

stre-

ets.

My

fin-

ger

pulls

the

trig-

ger,

with

my

whole

lif

left

to

fi-

_-

gure

if

the

boy

I

a-

ccidental-

ly

kill-

ed

was

me!

Voi-

ces

be-

come

strange-

ly

de-

ce-

ving,

gra-

vi-

ty's

pull

has

ze-

ro

e-

ffect

on

me.

Now

the

mo-

ment's

fi-

nally

here,

and

it

feels

like

just

be-

fore.

On-

ly

now

I

face

the

truth,

I

will

have

to

wait

no

more.

Will

this

e-

ver

end?

I've

been

through

e-

nough.

This

is

the

part

where

I

wake

up

with

blood

on

my

hands,

tra-

vel-

ing

back

to

where

it

all

be-

_-

gan.

As

for

the

boy,

it

pleased

me

to

know

that

he'll

just

wake

up

nine

years

old,

a-

lone

and

a-

fraid.

He'll

live

for

the

day

this

mo-

ment

comes

a-

round

a-

gain.

Now

the

mo-

ment's

fi-

nally

here,

and

it

feels

just

like

be-

fore.

E-

ven

now

I

know

the

truth,

I

a-

ccept

my

fate

no

more.

I

bet

you

don't

re-

mem-

ber

me,

I

guess

you

won't

for-

get

the

on-

ly

way

to

go

when

thre

is

no-

where

left

to

roam.

I

bet

you

don't

re-

mem-

ber

me,

I

guess

you

won't

for-

get

the

on-

ly

way

to

go

when

thre

is

no-

where

left

to

roam.

I

bet

you

don't

re-

mem-

ber

me,

I

guess

you

won't

for-

get

the

on-

ly

way

to

go

when

thre

is

no-

where

left

to

roam.

I

bet

you

don't

re-

mem-

ber

me,

I

guess

you

won't

for-

get

the

on-

ly

way

to

go

when

thre

is

no-

where

left

to

roam.

I

bet

you

don't

re-

mem-

ber

me,

I

guess

you

won't

for-

get

the

on-

ly

way

to

go

when

thre

is

no-

where

left

to

roam.

I

bet

you

don't

re-

mem-

ber

me,

I

guess

you

won't

for-

get

the

on-

ly

way

to

go

when

thre

is

no-

where

left

to

roam.

I

bet

you

don't

re-

mem-

ber

me,

I

guess

you

won't

for-

get

the

on-

ly

way

to

go

when

thre

is

no-

where

left

to

roam.

I

bet

you

don't

re-

mem-

ber

me,

I

guess

you

won't

for-

get

the

on-

ly

way

to

go

when

thre

is

no-

where

left

to

roam.

Yeah,

the

mo-

ment

passed

us

by,

and

it

felt

just

like

be-

fore.

As

I

leave

this

world

be-

hind,

I

know

I'll

come

back

for

more...