Rolling hills painted by flames
The artist was the wind
The sun, it raised while ashes rain
What horror story is this?

Loss of life
The loss of life
I'm living in a [?]

Yesterday as the blinds drew shapes
Across your face with the shadow
I pictured my life
Without yours entwined
Oh, how my threadbare heart commenced to unravel

Loss of life
The loss of love
You love me now
[?] you always feel it

Adjectives illustrate mistakes
Read like horoscopes to the masses
And thе wolves who dine
Soon becomе the prey
And as the chorus screams they unleash the mastiffs
The loss of face
The loss of face
I watch them fall I cannot [?] it

Ba-da-da-dum
Do-da-da-da-da-dadum
Da-da-dum-dada-dadadum
Dada-dada-dum-da-da-dadum