We fold, in cold
Lonely but never quite alone Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old We're told, grow old
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone The young, once flesh, now to sculpt stone
We sold our soul We sold our soul
The spring of life we've left and grown The spring of life left and we've grown
In bold, script code In bold, script code
The choice is chalk The choice is Chalk
The path is known The path is known
Over and over you told her to die Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way? Why must it always be this way?
