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.
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...