I shan't make a sound
I'll not say a word
The moment will pass
The dead will not rise
My love will die old
The sun will rise cold
Its rays bent and sold
To mankind's highest bid
Through which we slid
Tainting this perfect well
Given us so we might not see hell
Its time we left
Its time we fought
But time will always win
It will never let go our sin
I am lost
I cannot match the cost
So let me die
Im quite tired of living this lie.