On Formulation

We'll all fade away

Not much to say but grace

I know it's all the same

I watched my kingdom came

And skipped the gates of Hades

Not hiding from the shade

It makes a sheltered place

Not much to say but grace

I skipped a hell of gates

But now it's time to face

Life is but a game

Control is but a phase

Not fond of past mistakes

I made the bed I laid

He filled it up with graves

His life will be defaced

We watch it fade away

Not much to say but grace

It's running deeper than the catacombs in Paris

Damage running deeper than the catacombs in Paris

Damage running deeper than the catacombs in Paris

I know he really likes me but I don't see how he'll manage

Damage running deeper than the catacombs