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