I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev’ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire a gun or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody
Her, my blood, my tears, my enemy
Maybe the last face I ever see
If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?
What if this moment is my legacy?
Legacy. What is a legacy?
It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
Alola, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me!!
You let me make a difference
A place where even spoiled runaways can leave their fingerprints and
I’m running out of time. I’m running, and my time’s up
Wise up. Eyes up…
I catch a glimpse of the other side
Lillie leads a researchers on the other side
My family’s on the other side
They’re with my father on the other side
GUZMA is watching from the other side
Teach me how to say goodbye
Rise up, rise up, rise up
My love, take your time
I’ll see you on the other side
Raise a glass to freedom…