This is our final home A place of rest and peace Cold ornaments and marble Like our skin, like the night On dark nights we meet again Everyone shares their stories and adventures And then we disappear as if There's no space or time, wandering around Mausoleum Once in grand mansions Now all that remains is a Mausoleum Once in small, simple homes Now all that remains is a Mausoleum The saddest part of melancholy Is realizing how well you were before And never noticing The small things become big It's as if everything had color before it Now it's all gray, dark, and cold We're dancing together but alone Among the fog and the crows above Mausoleum Once in grand mansions Now all that remains is a Mausoleum Once in small, simple homes Now all that remains is a Mausoleum