Your blood, what matter is it made of?Do you feel it travel in and out your heart?Needles, stitching up the big holesYou repeat your pattern as you fell apartAre you done?You are doneYour voice, drowning in the white nightDo you hear the echo?Begging you to let goThis earth, whoever was it made for?Just wait until tomorrowIt might not be as coldWhen all inside youBounds like a star is up to youThen I'll catch you when you're born againBe born againAnd maybe if you called out for helpI know I can help youOh, I can help youJoin yourself, come around againWe'll run againBut I, I refuse to dieI refuse to dieBut I, I refuse to dieI refuse to dieI refuse to dieI refuse to dieI refuse to dieWe are dustWe are dustBut all inside youBounds like a star is up to youThen I'll catch you when you're born againBe born againYou are a danceYou are a danceYou are a danceYou are a danceCome on againCome on againagainYou are dustYou are dustYou are dustYou are dustYou are dustYou are dustYou are dustWhat matter is it made of?Do you feel it travelIn and out your heart?