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
Rushing 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…