They say death is an open door, to move into another room, within the city of the dead (our new kingdom), they say we walk like
dreams, sharing the same breath, seeing through the same eyes (a collective spirit), as we pray on his grave our words fall and
decay, the earth it gives no peace, no does it take away, we all survive the grace (unfortunate eternal), they say that in times
past a king walked in the sky, until dethroned by man (tribe of Judas), truly, truly, this is the end, it's not the same, I'm
plagued with pain and I can't let go, this is the end | 
