Rapture - Cold On My Side

It is not a wreck of your hopes Mere delusion It is time to give up the ghost Don't follow me into the dark Can't hold on anymore For all I persisted here Is wasted like the time before us Empty voices Hollow chambers The rooms we used to revel in Passion cease and life expire Pulse that depends on wires Death whispered and chose to guide And now the bed is cold on my side This darkness of mine The shattered and the painful light Looming close Keeping distance away from reach It is happening again and I have no strenght in me When there is no hope The memories won't fade But will you lose your faith again today?