I sit and stare as I breathe in the despair 
The time [bad word] for life’s reflection 
My plunders done, collected 
In my head, the words I should have said 
But lips held tight by my intentions 
When souls are for sale, cash in 
The sun falls fast this evening 
I grasp the final flickering 
The hues of gold, I craved so long  [bad word] no more, [bad word] no more 
My poisoned bones, will soon be turned to stone 
My head held high, has fallen 
The hues of [bad word] me no more 
As I begin to see 
This vision disappears 
Now I can finally hear 
This [bad word] turns to sneers 
We arrive with nothing 
And with nothing we depart 
The sun falls fast this evening 
I grasp the final flickering 
The hues of gold, I craved so long  [bad word] no more, [bad word] no more