Final Call — Dikta

as we float up above we can finally let go there is no-one around

in the light of the lord it just seems much brighter it‘s not the same on the ground

final call for last mistakes final call for pulling brakes final call for us

checking in and checking out checking in, filled with doubt checking out with you

my final inferno

I can‘t believe this is happening I have so much undone broken bones, broken promises

can you hear me, can you hear me? I think I am losing control being pulled to the ground