I lay down my head in hands and rest on this thrones cold chest I hold my breath shut eyes and rest until red lips turn thin and black I wake up in cold sweat cuffed to this thrones armrest and with my hands both tied I sharpened those nails on time close this coffin's lid beat those nails through it into these wooden planks in the rythm of this days end to the last verse of this song before my sunset's gone then bury me here beneath this dark throne And let me bleed out lonely so I can bleed out slowly I drill my fangs into soft raw flesh those dreams turn again dry sheets soaked wet though my lungs burn and hurt I hunt and run for days to keep this sunset close instead of miles away and alive until the end no regrets about the time you borrowed me and I gave away for free again