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