k** hope I could not see how you've been falling from the sky But now you die beside yourself covered in blood [Finish that call with your bag full of regrets And throw it away that thing that you call hope Hope till you die this illusion has to fall Some dreams fly away just like white paper planes] It's like at war bullets will decide Bleeding your dream lying on the ground Your hands are tied covered in your blood It's like at war bullets will decide So close your eyes and realize this world's nothing more than what Than what you make of it all your words are said There are some things you can't change and you hope it's over now Your life is getting cold So please [Finish that call with your bag full of regrets And throw it away that thing that you call hope Hope till you die this illusion has to fall Some dreams fly away just like white paper planes] I could not see how you've been falling from the sky But now you die beside yourself covered in blood It's like at war bullets will decide