The dreaming dead is staring at you, through your passive 
sins
Waiting for you to join them again, the desolated ones
The dreaming dead is offering you, everything they have
A fulfilled vision of distress - a world of emptiness
Chasing, running, hiding - that's the life of a dreaming 
dead
Falling through the passage of time, without no sign (of) 
regret
there are no one to carry you now, above the abyss (of) 
dreams
breathing, waiting, dying - that's the life of a dreaming 
dead