Time is drifting away
To form another day
With our without me
My faith to be
Tomorrow I will not see

'Be it the deepest of dreams
Or the darkest of deaths
Nor can either of these [bad word] guarantee my release'

Staring at these four walls
Remembering what I have achieved
Enter the tomb of the deceived
All that where is lost

Whores of mankind
Take my [bad word]  life
Alone I'll be
One with the dreams in red

Flatlined and cold I lay
Victim of their play
In the shadows of the obscure
My soul forever never more