We Fold, In Cold 
Lonely But Never Quite Alone 
We're Told, Grow Old 
The Young, Once Flesh, Now Sculpt To Stone 
We Sold Our Soul 
The Spring Of Life We've Left And Grown 
In Bold, Script Code 
The Choice Is Chalk 
The Path Is Known 
Over And Over You Told Her To Die 
Why Must It Always Be This Way?