Oh, the skies, tumbling from your eyes So sublime, the chase to end all time Seasons call and fall, from grace and uniform Anatomical and metaphysical __________ Will: It really does look black in the moonlight. Hannibal: See? This all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us. Will: It’s beautiful. __________ Oh, the dye, a blood red setting sun rushing through my veins burning up my skin, I will survive, live and thrive Win this deadly game Love crime Love crime I will survive, live and thrive I will survive, I will survive I will