The world is a folly in the fade broken waves on the strings of decay A desolated dive into our fate Oh we we're strong but we we're too late And who are you to take the blame from us We drew our cards and played the game And the road we pave will soon be our grave when there's nothing left to save
Oh are you there I still breathe the air
So let's walk, to the edge and we'll fall down when there's nothing left to be found to be found out here /