Last one still breathing
Twenty hearts but only one still beating
A cemetery with no one grieving
No sleep, the souls never leaving

Is anybody really safe?
Or do we all go out the same way?
In the hell he made
Chance stares into his grave
Screaming

I'm not ready to die
But in my reflection I see my demise
Over and over, I see myself losing my life
But I'm not ready to die