You’re the pale king of regret linger in your final breath before you drift away Colors fading, no rewind swerve into a hopeless fight no chance that you can stay
With the Dead You will dream of living
Look for answers, look for light look for something you won’t find; a reason to hold on No horizons, only sky, arms wide open to the night the darkness blinds the sun
With the Dead You will dream of living
As you are breaking down there are parts of you remaining As you are losing ground there is heart in you still craving
Body is a soft machine, circuits bleeding energy you spiral, you decay Nerves explode a final time, worlds are crashing in your mind The pale king’s out of play
With the Dead You will dream of living
As you have broken down no more parts of you remaining as you have lost your ground all the heart in you stopped craving