Do you plan to meet us with a blade as a key? With the strongest wish of a gate and white robes, lush choirs? Don’t kid yourself, we’re decomposing tonight. The ground costs thousands. Time will move on without you. You know that more than I do, but would you leave the world with everybody you know saying “I should’ve, I could’ve”? I hope that can hold you back tonight. We’ll get through it, but that won’t stop you from being crushed by the weight of everybody leaving you.