I can't believe. The night lay waste to all we've given. But honestly. You've gotta know that this ain't living. But we could run. From Elysium. And let it burn, let it burn. You've gotta know that
Brother, do you believe in an afterlife. Our souls both collide. In some great Elysium. Way up in the sky. Free from our shackles, or chains,. Our mouths, our brains. We'll open all the gate
No one has said what the truth should be. And no one decided that I'd feel this way. If you felt as I, would you betray yourself? But you can't deny, how I feel. And you can't decide for me No one