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 strip code   The choice is chalk   The path is known      We fold in cold   Lonely, but never quite alone   We're told, "Grow old"   The young, once flesh, now sculpt to      Over and over you told her to die   Over and over you told her to die   Why must it always be this way      We fold in cold   Lonely, but never quite alone   We're told, "Grow old"   The young, once flesh, now sculpt to      Over and over you told her to die   Over and over you told her to die   Why must it always be this way