From monsters to melancholy
From death to dying
From days mixed with error
From a mind that is sliding
Eskimos and butterflies
With all that’s berating
The lesson must be learned
The trap’s already baited

Move from stage to stage
Trying not to think about the change
Because it hurts
Scared of unknown roads,
I see that you’re not interested yet
Well I am

Eskimos and butterflies
With all that’s berating
The lesson must be learned
The trap’s already baited
From monsters to melancholy
From death to dying
The old man is snoring
He’s no longer crying

Move from stage to stage
Trying not to think about the change
Because it hurts
Scared of unknown roads,
I see that you’re not interested yet
I am gone
Give it all away
Strolling down the lane
In their honor
In your heart of hearts
This is where it starts
In their honor
Going up in flames
Strolling down the lane
In their honor
Just before the fall
Of all we thought was pure
In their honor