On Formulation

We'll all fade away Not much to say but grace I know it's all the same I watched my kingdom came And skipped the gates of Hades Not hiding from the shade It makes a sheltered place Not much to say but grace I skipped a hell of gates But now it's time to face Life is but a game Control is but a phase Not fond of past mistakes I made the bed I laid He filled it up with graves His life will be defaced We watch it fade away Not much to say but grace It's running deeper than thе catacombs in Paris Damage running deeper than the catacombs in Paris Damagе running deeper than the catacombs in Paris I know he really likes me but I don't see how he'll manage Damage running deeper than the catacombs