If I could build a future, I'd kill the light
Bring back the scales, the prehistoric night
Better than Spielberg, raw and real
Cold-blooded skin, no more "how to feel"
I'm the Rex, he's the Horned King
Back to the egg, where the dead spirits sing
Born from my mother, deep in the mud
Cleanse this gray life with ancient blood
I had defeated the dream I was told
I had defeated the heart that grew cold
I had defeated the glory of gold
I had defeated the right to grow old
Let the meteor strike, let the fire descend
I'm ready for extinction, my perfect friend
My skin is paper, my blood is ink
I stand at the edge, but I cannot blink
No more skyscrapers, no more greed
Just the roar and the hunt, that's all I need
I'm tired of breathing this filtered air
I want the ash, the smoke, the despair
Total erasure, a world left behind
The silence of fossils is all I can find
I had defeated the dream I was told
I had defeated the heart that grew cold
I had defeated the glory of gold
I had defeated the right to grow old
I had defeated the dream I was told
I had defeated the heart that grew cold
I had defeated the glory of gold
I had defeated the right to grow old
Let the meteor strike, let the fire descend
I'm ready for extinction, my perfect friend
The sky is falling...
Just like I wanted...
I was defeated...
