To those who are here Every star seems to breathe All is taken as a lie Until illusions die To those who are here Every star seems to breathe Even dust seems to shine To thouse who just can't die I give you the dice I give you my all Consume my pieces Bury me as I fall I give you the dice I give you my eyes Consume my pieces I'll be where you are A pristine light, a pristine lie Would ease you now A pristine light, a pristine lie Would heal you now