Wade as a dead-weight, bound by an invisible chain Deep in the gas cloud, kicking distance from pain Hold on, don't mind about the highs, for the lows will abound Go on, savor those moments stake claim to that ground
You have seen them come and go
Down the ashes rain It's time to reap now what's been sowed Time and time again Staring through the unblinking cold Fade into the unknown
These streets run through you, streets full of undead Out of excuses, a requiem in your head Hold on, don't mind about the signs of a losing the game Go on, savor your anquish stay true to the blame
