| Here lies fate |
| It’s name engraved in a gold headstone |
| Once brilliant in shine |
| Now dimly veiled in dust and bone |
| Fate sang a siren song that it is enough |
| Or was it something |
| Just to curse in mourning failed love |
| Broken, but there must be more |
| The pieces don’t fit like they did before |
| Who are you when your dream is dead |
| Was it worth your life to find nothing at the end |
| Remembr all the blood you’ve bled |
| Is it wastd |
| Who are you when your dream is dead |
| Dream is dead |
| There’s a purpose for which you suffer |
| This is not hope |
| This is denial |
| This is not hope |
| This is denial |
| A choice must be made |
| To die alone or endure when love is taken away |
| You are more than your failures child |
| So take the gun out of your mouth |
| Does the question keep you up at night lying in your bed? |
| Does it still haunt you: Who are you when your dream is dead? |
| Who are you when your dream is dead |
| Was it worth your life to find nothing at the end |
| Remember all the blood you’ve bled |
| Is it wasted |
| Who are you when your dream is dead |
| Does the question keep you up at night lying in your bed? |
| Does it still haunt you: Who are you when your dream is dead? |
| It’s losing everything |
| That will teach you the worth of anything |
| There is more blood to bleed ahead |
| Who are you when your dream is dead? |