Synthetic Sun Norma Jean

Are you feeling alive?
Are you feeling alive?
Are you feeling alive?
Are you feeling alive?

Pace, pace yourself before you run straight into yourself
Pace, pace yourself before you run straight into

You sleep in fragmented glass
With reflections of you
But are you feeling alive?
Yeah let me ask you
Are you feeling alive?

I hope the dead brings the dead
And they march across our beds
I've done it before
I hope the dead brings the dead
And they march across our beds
I've done it before
I've done it before

I rode the horse of death, of death
Ride the horse of death!
So ride the horse of death!
Ride the horse of death!
Ride the horse of death!
Ride the horse of death!
Ride the horse of death!
Ride the horse of death!