Faded wallpaper mimics a pale, clear sky
Into black paint I pour my regrets and my obsession

Looking around, it’s a suitable stage for the final battle
Now I cross swords with despair

My vision blurs and colors I’ve seen time and time again begin to run
The words I write with trembling fingers turn to black clouds
I scream out in silence until I can’t feel a thing
I claw at the walls and beg for a gentle night that I know will never come

I choke on the air, where an echo of joy still lingers
What is it that my starved stomach is trying so desperately to purge?

Looking around, it’s a dismal climax
Now I cross swords with my flesh

Wе will be the one’s who еscape
We don’t need any silver medals
Nothing’s gonna stand in the way
We won’t be defeated
We will be the one’s who escape
We don’t need any silver medals
We won’t let you seal our fate
The era of CYPHER’s reign
We will be the one’s who escape this time
We don’t need any silver medals
No one’s gonna stand in the way of our reprise
Our reprise will never end
We will be the one’s who escape this time
We don’t need any silver medals
One more chance to topple the walls and claim our place
Into my blurred vision, two roads rise up

In the chasm between fear and determination, unable to move
I’m wrapped in the cold of the metal I hold in my gras
If the sun outside the window is a liar
Then I’ll summon the last of my dried up strength
And raise a red moon into this pale, clear sky
At the end