11:11

Don't say goodbye. 'Cause I'm still right here. And don't you give up. My love, for you is stronger than this. I'm a tightrope walker. And a vagabond poet, who was killed for an artist's guilt. Time will disappear and kill without any conscience. But I'll still always be here. You know I know how much this hurts you, my dear. Just give it time. I promise we'll meet again. I'm a tightrope walker. And a vagabond poet, who was killed for an artist's guilt. Time will disappear and kill without any conscience. But I'll still always be here. The highway is a ghost town, and the roads are paved with gla*s. The moon is our spotlight, and the stars our final crowd. There's blood in the back seat, and our screams the only sound. And soon there'll be nobody here...