Days. They have their way with you
Pain. It knows you well
You'd rather kneel than stand
You'd rather run than fight
You'll fade out slow
And I'll burn out bright
Raised. To turn your other cheek
Pray. No one cares at all
Convinced yourself just to give up and let go
Try but the mirror just stares you down
You lived your life and you sold yourself to
Rusting in the rolling wind
And you died your d**h am I next in line to
To be left behind?
I can't be far behind