Die Trying
It's like a secret that turns to talk
Of the town. In the horizon, blood-red setting of sun on this has-been
That has to prove himself once again
It's like the distance that slowly burns to the ground on this idea that will never pan out for this madman who's betting everything on one hand, then watched them pulled away by the whip
As I recall last Monday they were out
On the treacherous seas
In those not so gracious skies
Staring down the barrel's eye
And they called off oppositions just to fight to stay alive
Now those worn, aggressive eyes are slowly dying while they try
It's like a whisper in the roar of a crowd, is a ha**le nobody figures it out. Like the past tense is just a subtle breath of pretend
Just like an echo of demolition and sound of a structure that keeps crumbling down on this lifestyle of the desolate kind
Says not this time, not this time
And then the winter came
Cold and paralyzed
And the ocean waves
Forced to get inside. Get inside!
Oh, we don't know, what the end will bring us now, but it won't ever bring us down