We play such nonsensical games you and I, we gamble with words yet our actions will justify the ineffable cold of the end and its tangible silence but at least we can still pretend.
We act in this tedious play, yet we claim that we lowered our masks, still our faces remain the same, and we hold to these feelings of old as we struggle with shadows when our shadows are truths untold.
Dance with me, bleed with me gaze with me through the face of the void, things we loved, gods we praised trails we blazed, and the lives we destroyed.
It is all just a test of our wills, do we dare to aknowledge that time, will erase all the things we were? as we welcome the cold of the end in appropriate silence wishing that we could still pretend.
Dance with me, bleed with me gaze with me through the face of the void, things we loved, gods we praised trails we blazed, and the lives we destroyed.