Time

is

drif-

ting

a-

way

To

form

a-

no-

ther

day

With

our

with-

out

in

My

faith

to

be

To-

mor

I

will

not

see

Be

dee-

pest

of

dreams

Or

the

dar-

kest

of

deaths

Nor

can

ei-

ther

these

Tru-

ly

guaran-

tee

my

re-

lease

Sta-

ring

at

these

four

walls

Re-

mem-

be-

ring

I

have

a-

chieved

En-

ter

the

tomb

of

the

de-

ceived

All

that

where

is

lost

Whores

of

man-

kind

Take

my

fu-

ckin

life

A-

lone

I'll

be

One

with

the

dreams

in

red

Flat-

lined

and

cold

I

lay

Vi-

ctim

of

their

play

In

the

sha-

dows

of

the

obs-

cure

Soul

forever

ne-

ver

more

Whores

of

man-

kind

Take

my

fu-

ckin

life

A-

lone

I'll

be

One

with

the

dreams

in

red