All over the walls
It will never be okay
Things that were gold
Have fallen like our world
A paradise lost
All so morbid
Darkness our ruler
To do his work
We make it look okay
Things are worse than they seem
Nothing is ɾight
We're not in contɾol
Red eyes watch our move
We're slaved from our birth
To believe what's not tɾue
But what can we do?
All fall [Em]down
Ashes from the sky
The tears of the dead
Rain down
We live our time
And are set to [C7]die
With times it's worse
Not much more we'll be [Am]dead
Life will never be [Am]the same
We live without a name
But how much can we take
In this paradise?
Make it seem [A]alright
Deep down it's not
Somehow we stɾive
And hope to [C7]die