Wits they waltz away
When anguish lingers
Nameless worlds await
We carry on
Treasured gear is stowed
Under your bed now
Steep the price we pay
When prophets gaze
Into the Sun
Do what you want
Do what you can to decide
Nearer is the day
We'll taste the moment
Scattered thoughts seem vaguely wrong
Yet somehow right
Moonless nights and sunless days
We're mocking death now
Citizens of our own pain
The terms are plain
The stakes are claimed
Do what you want
Do what you can to decide