It's the same, it's the same, it's the same Baby, won't you breathe? Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me The curtains drawn, the winter sun makes patterns on your face It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise Hold me in your

The horsemen are drawing nearer On the leather steeds they ride They have come to take your life On through the dead of night With the four horsemen ride Oh yeah yeah Or choose your fate and die By the last breath of the fourth winds blow Better raise

Define your ascension Draw your breath Put your fears to death Your time has come Your time will come This is a dawning A calling to face down consequence No honor in hiding behind a wall, that keeps you sane Shed the skin of past mistakes No remorse and