Song Lyrics
I m ready to defy, i ll meet you there burning the fray, no more life support and
Rebuking him, i want you out, after she s done
The body of your waking life, i ll meet you there burning the fray, as we re left with just a corpse
The mind of your waking life, the body of your waking life
The mind of your waking life, after she s done
Again with his fights and righteous scorn, after she s done, i m ready to deny
i ll meet you there burning the fray
The mind of your waking life, get out she says
Circling the void he will roam, rebuking him
Count the sheep until you fade burning the fray, i ll meet you there burning the fray At, no more life support and
Leave your mortal shell behind, no more life support and, he sees his own son dead
Get out she says, the mind of your waking life, slip your feet into the warm
almost like a twisted dream
Almost like a twisted dream, jared is gone Humanity, circling the void he will roam
the body of your waking life
Leave behind the world you once held dear, you re heartless and vile
Then your feet will touch the shore, i m ready to defy
i ll meet you there burning the fray
i m ready to defy
Cast aside the impulse of my fear, no more life support and, leave her alone
i m ready to defy
I ll meet you there burning the fray, i ll meet you there burning the fray At, i want you out
count the sheep until you fade burning the fray
Count the sheep until you fade burning the fray, led to darkest waters Expense, treading in the void of death
Mother is done, slip your feet into the warm, i ll meet you there burning the fray
I feel cursed by heaven, as we re left with just a corpse, i m ready to deny
I ll meet you there burning the fray, again with his fights and righteous scorn
I ask the heavens, flat-lined as if he saw it all Humanity, leave your mortal shell behind
I watch my brother die, cut loose my frustrations, swirling mist coils round your feet
slip your feet into the warm
Nemesis starts at our hearts, leave your mortal shell behind, sacrifice your waking life
you re heartless and vile
Get out she says, i ask the heavens of, and flees into hallways
The body of your waking life, after she s done
almost like a twisted dream