I'm alive, I think, it's so cold I can't tell No clue how long I've been here, I no longer care Another rescue may come soon, maybe some food... My wounded foot still black and blue Maybe my wife made it back, I hope my kid did But my infant son has been digested Trapped, results of a lying chiseler in Hastings Down a mislead path, a much larger desert to pass No trail to travel, we had to cut our own, we were warned Banished our leader after a fight, he stabbed one in the chest, dead Supplies diminished, wagons left back, shot at by Indians, oxen attacked Further we go, more mountains, but we hit snow Snow hit us, forced to stay, time ticking as the food went away Hunger, cold. too many to feed, stuck, days turn to weeks, turn to months Our two guides shot dead for the sole purpose of providing meal Trying to survive but we're dropping dead like flies, eventually becoming meat Hindsight, too big of a group, the children with us, crying out for food Forlorn Hope must have made it back, a few rescue parties here to help the stranded But I'm still here, can't move, delirious, choking down humans as food Tammer was here to check on me, can't recall if I murdered her or she died naturally But I'm eating her now, survival ass, I took all her cash, I will make it back Or this will be life, eating corpses until I join them and die We've been destroyed, decimated, a few were rescued, the rest dead and fed I will do what needs to be done to stay alive, now knowing that I was born under an evil star.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
