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