We fold in cold
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone
We sold our soul
The spring of life we've left and grown
In bold, script code
The choice is chalk, the path is known
We fold in cold
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to
Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must she always be this way?
We fold in cold
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to
Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must she always be this way?