Seen as a day when there is no hope
Lived as if you were a burning rope
Pressure lives on as the three people stare
And all of a sudden, there is no air

Lived as if you were a burning pile of rope
Cut short is the day
And all of a sudden there is no air
The cold sets in

Cut short is the day
Your true final hour
The cold sets in
Just one last act

Your true final hour
Life races by
Just one last act
That determines your fate

Life races by
Quicker now, as the three people stare
The ones that determine your fate
You make your move

Quicker now, as the three people stare
Nothing is written
You make your move
Down one goes

Nothing is written
Not Life, Death, or Existence
Down one goes
The others become aware

Not Life, Death, or Existence
Nothing can save you now
The others become aware
They make the people their puppets

Nothing can save you now
They corner you
They make the people their puppets
You drop your shield

Seen as a day with no hope
Your true final hour
Life races by
Just one last act
Nothing is written
Not Life, Death, or Existence.