The lights are turned down low, and the fire's burned all out
And everything you know is what a tired heart's about

Never close your eyes to hide it
Never turn your face to fight it
'Cause apathy crusades
But the day's about to settle
In a dream of shining metal
Your bed of razor blades

You're dying in a silverstorm
When the light's about to take control
Dying in a silverstorm
When hearts are buried in the cold
Dream of dark rain, beautiful

Sleep now, you'll open up your eyes to a morning, all too soon
And the world of half-hearted tries won't fill the shallowest of tombs

Oh, never burned your hands on nothing
Never lost a tear to suffering
A life of masquerade
But in the house of every sorrow
In the room without a window
Your bed of razor blades

You're dying in a silverstorm
When the light's about to take control
Dying in a silverstorm
When hearts are buried in the cold
Dream of dark rain, beautiful

Your dreams will die, your dreams will die
Your dreams will die, your dreams will die
I see you standing in the crowd, faking a smile
There's nothing [?]
Nothing, oh

But a single tear can change it all

You're dying in a silverstorm
When the light's about to take control
Dying in a silverstorm
When hearts are buried in the cold
Never feel the touch of warmth
You are dying, you are dying