To

be

al-

live

is

to

be

a-

wake

and

I've

bare-

ly

o-

pened

my

eyes

now

torn

from

ex-

is-

tence

at

the

yore

of

my

day

so

ma-

ny

sto-

ries

left

to

tell

So

scat-

ter

my

a-

shes

through-

out

the

lu-

shest

of

fo-

rests

For

I

was

to

see

it

all

Ha-

ving

been

born

with

ze-

ro

tem-

per-

ance

No

I

did-

'nt

let

my-

self

be

forced

in-

to

sub-

mis-

sion,

Al-

ways

with

hun-

gry

heart

and

o-

pen

mind

But

I

would

do

it

yet

a-

gain,

yeah

and

go

out

with

a

grin

on

my

face

my

friends

car-

ry

me

to

the

py-

re

this

bon-

fire

lit

on-

ly

for

me

I

have

come

to

terms

with

the

world

to

be

ab-

le

to

see

the

cur-

tains

fall

Ce-

le-

brate

the

in-

fi-

nite

pas-

sion

By

which

this

fate

was

set

in

mo-

tion

Once

kind-

led

by

dis-

con-

tent...

And

my

feet

start

mov-

ing

on

their

own