Drenched in cold Stained by your tears The world grows old As you disappear No possesions No more fear A lack of expression Looking in the mirror Freedom call It's too late Restless souls Dreamers decay We're all goners Waiting for our day We're all goners Floating in space I bet my soul Unharmed by their reach That they don't know The power that we conceive Will you stand Up against their wrath Or will you run Until there's nothing left