Oratory of the Jigsaw

When the days are old
All black again
When the stitches are old
And all the scars together
And the veins dry up like deserts
Is there any way to last the fight?

When there's nothing left to take on
A choice that's how we'll be
Begging to the last drop
Broken to the last breath
Dead 'til I fall

Begging to the last drop
Broken to the last breath
Dead 'til I fall into crying
Fall into crying