The lines have been crossed many times
A consensual distortion of our minds
A match made in the outer rim of hell
Here we are in the eye of the tornado
Two black holes denying all we know
How can we be alive
When we've already died
Fear of death holds us in place
Or the thought of changing constant pace
White noise turns into black
Still we are in the eye of the tornado
Two blind souls afraid to let go
How can we be alive
When we've already died
Under a sky turned red
At the monolith of the undead
Beneath a ground deep red
At the monolith of the undead
How can we be alive
When we've already died