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?