Testo Synthetic Sun

Are you feeling alive?
Pace yourself before you run
Straight into yourself
You sleep in fragmented glass
With reflections of you
But are you feeling alive?
I hope the dead brings the dead
And they march across our beds I've done it before
And I rode the horse of death!
So ride the horse of death!
But let me ask you
Are you feeling alive?
If the light doesn't come outside