No... Lyrics

Unintended

Superficial

Hectic lifestyles

Nuns and Bishops.



The door is open,

The air is escaping,

There's nothing left,

For breaking.



Dead survivors

Gone to heaven

Lonely

Lucky seven.



The door is open,

The air is escaping,

There's nothing left,

For breaking.



Consciousness

Broken down

See the faces

Eyes closed down.



The door is open,

The air is escaping,

There's nothing left,

For breaking.