The thought of a dying day

Sometimes do ease my cynical mind

Is it really me? It becomes a little too real now

For our lives, what's left of sanity

The question's fallen through time

What's left of the dead, dead?

What's left when we die, die?

What's left of the dead, dead?

All things will perish in the end, end

What's left when we die, die?

What's left in the end, еnd?

The future's scarce wе let it fall

In this dream of lies and pain

Will we see what it really gained us?

In this dream of lies and gain

Will we see the time it's taken?

Escape of a fire's spread

You pull me down into the knives

The knives of pain

What do you think you'll gain in this life?

The game's been set

And all the rules they've made

Or are we in this together or alienate?

The pieces moving, the end now

These parts we've lived, inside

The pieces moving, we end now

I realize, it's life

It starts, it starts to grow

In sorrow, it starts to close

The future's scarce we let it fall

In this dream of lies and pain

Will we see what it really gained us?

In this dream of lies and gain

Will we see the time it's taken?

What's left of the dead, dead?

What's left when we die, die?

What's left of the dead, dead?

All things will perish in the end, end

What's left when we die, die?

What's left in the end, end?

The future's scarce we let it fall