G                                 Bm
Counting the stars, in an empty portal
G                                    Bm
You're looking dead, like an empty mortal
G                                     Bm
What will I see, when my eyes stop working?
G                                    Bm
What if I'm right, that there is no king?



[Instrumental] 1:17

G x4



[Verse] 1:42

G                      Bm
I was born with an imagination
G                                 Bm
I once believed in your faulty promise
G                                    Bm
Are you that weak, that you follow fiction?
G                            Bm
Then again, what do I even know?