Exit Strategy

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