Death by nostalgia and unoriginality A black sun rise I tried to enjoy this moment But all I could do is cry It's already been borrowed Whether it's bought or stolen 3500 emotions 214 bones 76 years for now Everything is copyrighted I can stare at the sun But I don't own my eyes How can I say I own my soul I don't even own my organs I only have a license to live And it determines where I'll go when I die But everything we dreamed of was just a black sunrise Dancing on black ice
