We fold, in cold

Lonely but never quite alone
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old
We're told, grow old

The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone
The young, once flesh, now to sculpt stone
We sold our soul
We sold our soul

The spring of life we've left and grown
The spring of life left and we've grown
In bold, script code
In bold, script code

The choice is chalk
The choice is Chalk
The path is known
The path is known

Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way?
Why must it always be this way?