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