Drenched in cold
Stained by your tears
The world grows old
As you disappear
No possesions
No more fear
lack of expression
Looking in the mirror

Freedom call
It's too late
Restless souls
Dreamers decay

We're all goners
Waiting for our day
We're all goners
Floating in space

I bet my soul
Unharmed by their reach
That they don't know
The power that we conceive
Will you stand
Up against their wrath
Or will [bad word] Until there's nothing left