I awoke to the sound of alarms
Delicate and caving in
Drenched in my own
This faith [bad word] with me
Days inch by grown weary as we sleep
April has [bad word] the numbing heart I own
I'd bleed for this again and again and again
How I need for this candle to burn forever
Forever burn
Years go by and it's what I've learned
That no one's getting out alive
No one's getting out
To gather this romance
To hide from this wind, to love understatement
To hollow out the end
Days inch by grown weary as we sleep
All the mercy I've begged at shames steps
I look for peace in this
For peace in all of this 
And how I need for this candle to burn forever
Forever burn
Years go by and it's what I've learned
That no one's getting out alive
No one's getting out
And this chance to live is grown in
I'm not the walking dead and I'll never be
Strayed from distance
Time sets forward the dark
fine light to one's [bad word] self
In a den with believers my position in decent
The name familiar at the heart of it all
At the heart of it all
White [bad word] with voice
I risk the promise of giving up then giving in
Years go by and it's what I've learned
That no one's getting out alive
No one's getting out
And this chance to live is grown in
I'm not the walking dead and I'll never be