When the days are cold

And the cards all fold

And the saints we see are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail

And the ones we hail

Are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale

I wanna hide the truth

I wanna shelter you

But with the beast inside

There's nowhere we can hide

At the curtain's call

It's the last of all

When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave

And the masquerade

Will come calling out at the mess you've made

Don't wanna let you down

But I am hell-bound

Though this is all for you

Don't wanna hide the truth

They say it's what you make

I say it's up to fate

It's woven in my soul

I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright

I wanna save that light

I can't escape this now

Unless you show me how