Entwine me often,
Lead me onward,
Lost in a spinning constant shrine.
In spite, we die!
We've been hidden from a truth worth life,
Who cares what's behind.
In spite, we die!
Further along the winding trail,
In spite, we die!
Further along the winding trail,
We'll find misery.
Say it loud for all: the world's a funeral.
I can't take one more of my own silence.
Say it loud for all: the world's a funeral.
Further along the winding trail,
Further along the winding trail,
We'll find misery.