Exit Strategy - The Walton Hoax

You’re the pale king of regret

linger in your final breath

before you drift away

Colors fading, no rewind

swerve into a hopeless fight

no chance that you can stay

With the Dead You will dream of living

Look for answers, look for light

look for something you won’t find;

a reason to hold on

No horizons, only sky, arms wide open to the night

the darkness blinds the sun

With the Dead You will dream of living

As you are breaking down

there are parts of you remaining

As you are losing ground

there is heart in you still craving

Body is a soft machine, circuits bleeding energy

you spiral, you decay

Nerves explode a final time, worlds are crashing in your mind

The pale king’s out of play

With the Dead You will dream of living

As you have broken down

no more parts of you remaining

as you have lost your ground

all the heart in you stopped craving