This is our good-bye.
Our requiem for the bloodless! 
Raise your cup and oath not for again for lies.
To tell your friends from your foes.
And burn the bridges that we crossed to realize, 
Who's within and whom without, 
We will make it to the shore.
We will make it to the shore.
Or rest in pieces! 
You are leading your own self
To the edge, down and out.
Underground.
This is the last time
We will speak of the bloodless.
Raise your cup and oath not to fall again for lies.
To tell your friends from your foes.
And burn the bridges! 
That we crossed to realize, 
Who's within and whom without, 
We will make it to the shore.
You are leading your own self
To the edge, down and out.
For the last time.