Can you feel the cold
Can you feel it mold
Around our empty skulls
What are we but eventual coals
We feel as if we're stuck
Grounded by pain covered in muck
It's time to breathe in the darkness
It's time to exhale the light
"Chorus"
Are we falling under
The spell of time
Is death just waiting
For us to arrive
Or are we marching
Towards our revive
Can you taste the ashes
Can you taste the burning matches
External fire we fall down
Internal desire we feel bound
For something greater
We question our creator
It's time to breathe in the light
It's time to exhale the darkness
"Chorus"
Are we falling under
The spell of time
Is death just waiting
For us to arrive
Or are we marching
Towards our revive
Our revive
Are we marching
Are we marching
Towards our revive