The sun keeps dying, trying To live in this baron land to stand Not knowing where I'm going Slipping and tripping, It's burning In the end, I never bend to this shit, the grit To sow the seed, to need a creed, we fucking bleed The roots, these boots walking and talking to nothing Fading into the night tonight to fight with might And die tonight trying to fly while I cry Death will take my breath, in the end I did not bend You tried and lied but died on the inside within this