Oh, the skies, tumbling from your eyes 
So sublime, the chase to end all time 
Seasons call and fall, from grace and uniform 
Anatomical and metaphysical 
…
Oh, the dye, a blood red setting sun [bad word] through my veins
burning up my skin, 
I will survive, live and thrive 
Win this deadly game 
Love crime 
Love crime 
I will survive, 
live and thrive 
I will survive, 
I will survive 
I will