All the Good Ones Are Gone

All the good ones are gone
Risen to the grace light of aerial forgiveness
Go ahead, they're waiting, forget your shiny apple
There's no teacher

There's always someone following us, we are all crazy

Erasing every reason of the mind
Chasing no debris that's left behind
Crossing no examination still
Bedded down no lecture on the will
In victory they lunch, not a bad one in the bunch

All the good onеs are gone
On waves of song, on somе dramatic soundtrack
Given up the process they are done
Arriving now with no more cause to run
Identical in office, weight, and height
Equaled out and nothing for to fight
Forgiven each and every venial sin
And all shall be forgiven in the end