Our inconvenient burden It could be lifted off of us If we gave up To finally let go Of the free will that we were given Our graves Above the timberline Our names chalked The pressure of wealth No longer found.
This unforgoving void The forge in which our values burn The resting leechour thinning minds In my abstinence I turn to nothing.
Let them inherit this fire now Lest they will forgive that we were Ever here.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.