Walking up the stairs,
nothing in my pocket,
just some noise going round and repeating in
my head, there is nothing to regret.
There's nothing to regret.
There's nothing to regret.
Thinking about all the lips I've kissed,
all the tears I've shed,
all them foolish things,
there's nothing to regret.
There's nothing to regret.
It's a smooth run for you and your damaged brain.
Digitally infused with so many excuses,
screen addicted humankind from a strange way of self-abuses.
You * losers.
Dreaming up the stairs,
something on my shoulder,
it's my imaginary parachute with one sticker
on it.
It says,
let it be or let it flow,
make me dream up something,
oh,
a tune that made my
heart pound,
a lullaby with my mom's sound,
my imaginary parachute.
Save me from this wall.
You know I'm so * afraid.
Only one step to go,
only one stair to climb,
only you got the power to save me,
save me
from this wall.
Only one step to go,
only one stair to climb,
only you got the power to save me,
save me from this wall.
My imaginary parachute.
My imaginary parachute.
My imaginary parachute.
My imaginary parachute.
My imaginary parachute.
Save me from this wall.
You know I'm so * afraid.
This is a clear suicide.
Only you got the power to save me.