Suitcase on the floor
The open door's beginning
To turn into a void
Hear those oceans roar
The wild world is waiting
For you to leave the shore
And the prophecy
says we are going down
Crashed into the ground
Barely made a sound
But can't you see
It ain't really up to me
It is up to you
We do it to ourselves
We do it to ourselves
Howls in the night
The screeching of the wheels
An approaching light
Climbing up the walls
The wild world is waiting
Sounds its final calls
And the prophecy
says we are going down
Crashed into the ground
Barely made a sound
But can't you see
It ain't really up to me
It is up to you
We do it to ourselves
We do it to ourselves