Lyrics Last Words - Famous Last Words
I
am
the
guardian
of
memories
I
am
the
gatekeeper
to
what
has
been
I
am
the
captor
The
sentinel
of
moments
Of
true
spontaneity
In
this
cesspool
of
industrially
fabricated
frames
For
life′s
ever
fleeting
sincerity
Must
be
preserved
in
all
of
its
colors
My
path
on
this
world
has
never
wavered
until
now
My
role
in
this
chaotic
theatre
of
life
has
always
been
so
clear
to
me
But
I'm
struggling
to
accept
this
ending
What′s
the
point
of
a
show
if
in
the
end
There
is
no
audience
actors
or
theatre
Nothing
and
no
one
to
prove
it
ever
existed
at
all
I
wish
I
understood
it
more
I
wish
I
could
make
sense
of
it
all
I
suppose
the
only
thing
I
truly
know
Is
that
when
The
Negative
gets
here
It
will
change
everything
I've
caught
myself
daydreaming
about
it
a
lot
lately
What
will
this
new
world
look
like
Will
the
stars
still
twinkle
in
the
night
sky
Will
the
same
colorful
vibrancy
still
reflect
in
the
light
Will
humanity
even
exist
in
this
new
macrocosm
Or
will
we
be
expunged
with
the
rest
of
it
I'd
like
to
imagine
it
will
be
more
like
a
pentimento
A
new
universe
sprawled
over
the
canvas
of
what
once
was
Leaving
clues
just
under
the
surface
The
tiniest
shred
of
evidence
of
what
existed
before
But
it′s
impossible
to
stay
confident
in
that
idea
When
my
expectations
are
everything
and
nothing
all
at
once
All
I
know
is
that
whatever
it
is
that′s
going
to
happen
It's
going
to
be
soon
And
it
will
happen
in
the
blink
of
an
eye
I
took
the
last
photo
I
will
ever
take
the
other
day
It
was
a
beautiful
day
and
I
was
walking
through
the
park
during
the
golden
hour
I
noticed
this
feeble
old
man
and
behind
him
dragged
this
old
tattered
dog
leash
It
was
vacant
There
was
no
dog
Yet
his
hand
held
onto
this
leash
with
such
conviction
It
infuriated
me
The
pointlessness
of
it
I
snapped
a
picture
and
then
without
even
thinking
I
threw
my
camera
smashing
it
into
pieces
on
the
ground
I′ve
always
had
a
gift
for
distinguishing
moments
of
truth
And
I've
always
known
my
purpose
was
to
capture
and
preserve
those
moments
So
they
can
be
remembered
But
what
is
the
point
What
is
the
point
of
preserving
these
moments
What
was
the
point
of
that
fucking
dog
leash
I
recognized
the
same
undeniable
truth
I
saw
in
the
negative
That
I′ve
seen
in
all
of
the
pictures
I've
ever
captured
Since
then
time
has
haunted
me
every
second
of
every
day
It
lingers
over
my
head
like
a
dark
cloud
Heavy
with
powerful
devastation
Ready
to
storm
down
upon
the
unsuspecting
arrogance
below
I
KNOW
The
Negative
is
real
I
KNOW
it′s
coming
fast
And
I
KNOW
it
is
coming
soon
EVERYTHING
will
be
gone
Everything
will
be
gone
Nobody
is
ever
going
to
hear
this
I
don't
even
know
why
I'm
recor
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