Besedila: ChicoSci. Icarus. Shallow Graves.

As I stepped inside this dark cathedral
Was glad to see all familiar faces
Are we dying
Have we outlived ourselves
Are we gone
Has our flame burned itself out
(Why are fresh tears flowing)
White roses all around us now
(A little prayer, signaling the end)

I made my way to the centerpiece
And saw our own faces staring from the glass
Enter the wake of our design
A funeral to end the last embrace

Are we dying
Are we departed