In the strength of your fleeting breath,
and in the time it takes to draw it back again,
I see your soul,
though you don't me to,
you know I see straight through you.

I feel it.
It's beautiful and it's cold.
It's beautiful and it's silent.
It's beautiful.

Chorus:
As we tread a weary road,
mysteries remain unknown
Walking on life's weary road,
shattered dreams will not be shown.

In the spell of the siren song
you killed me.
Long ago you bled the life from my soul.
I needed.
You can't take back the pain,
You can't erase the stain,
you've bled me dry.

It's beautiful and it's cold.
It's beautiful and it's silent.
It's beautiful.


Chorus:

I'll be your oracle.
I'll be your oracle.

Chorus x3:

I'll be your oracle.
I'll be your oracle.