Our blood runs cold, in the face of starting over
Lost and fell into the fold, sweeping undertow
Lacking better words, a pleading pantomime
Of walls that lie beneath and seeds left to grow
Nocturnal bag of bones shedding our skin
We’ve got our whole lives to begin

Rebirth, regress, and wading through excess
We’ve seen where the cards lay, built to display
Nowhere is free and so I'm moving on
Although these scars will last, chased by the past

And it cuts right through me, but I don’t mind
‘Cause if I'm still too long then I’ll get left behind
And when it’s done, you’ll see it in my eyes
You’ll never take me alive

And it cuts right through me, but I don’t mind
You’ll never take me alive