Black Hole - Wussy

All the voices keep on singing

As the pieces fall away

But I don’t know the sea of faces

On our graduation day

It’s the last time around

Are you afraid of all the monsters

In the folding metal chairs

As you walk across the platform

And count the seconds down the stairs

It’s the last time around

And I wonder will they notice

When the yearbook goes to press

I don’t know if it’s all the mutations

But I like you less and less

It’s the last time around

It’s the last time around