It’s time to say goodbye. Mr. Butcher died, stabbed by his knife. The sun, is hitting my face, accusing me but I don’t regret what I’ve done. That was… That was the end (x4) The train, carries me away from that place, I won’t come back anymore. It’s hot hotter and hotter in here. I'm getting sick, I can hardly breathe. That was… That was the end (x4) It’s said there’s no longer a good sort but I’ll keep trying to find you. For the first time I can understand, it was much easier than I thought.