Kalisk - All My Dead Ends Got a Light

Then the room split open like a wound in the floor.
Hundred versions of me came walking through the door.
Wanted gold on his neck, wanted blood on his hands.
Wanted everything, I wanted, wanted nothing but plans.
One was still a kid, one was almost dead.
One had a family, one slept alone instead.
One became famous, one became forgotten.
One lived for the moment, one kept waiting for tomorrow.
They don't speak, they don't need to.