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