Testo: August Burns Red. Lost Messengers: The Outtakes - EP. Mosley.

It all happened, so fast.
Speeding off into the distance.

That night I wish you could have taken control.
To steer clear from your last breath.
Such a short eighteen years, gone in the blink of an eye.
Oxygen is escaping.

This road tell the story, of a life cut short.
Siren are the sound,
that I hear in the back of my mind.
You leaving this world, left us falling apart limb by limb.
Never getting over the loss of a loved one.

That morning, we all stood mourning and coming to terms with this reality.

I believe the world stopped spinning.
I believe, the world stopped.

To steer clear from your last breath.
Such a short eighteen years, now gone!

Wish you could, see me now.
You'd be so proud, my dearest friend.
I'll see you again, my dearest friend

(Thanks to Brian for these lyrics)