This is our final home
A place of rest and peace
Cold ornaments and marble
Like our skin, like the night
On dark nights we meet again
Everyone shares their stories and adventures
And then we disappear as if
There's no space or time, wandering around
Mausoleum
Once in grand mansions
Now all that remains is a
Mausoleum
Once in small, simple homes
Now all that remains is a
Mausoleum
The saddest part of melancholy
Is realizing how well you were before
And never noticing
The small things become big
It's as if everything had color before it
Now it's all gray, dark, and cold
We're dancing together but alone
Among the fog and the crows above
Mausoleum
Once in grand mansions
Now all that remains is a
Mausoleum
Once in small, simple homes
Now all that remains is a
Mausoleum
