And there it is, as pure as snow
I couldn't see it for my head was too low
And prying eyes, they stoop too low

Poisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallows

Defeated I, fighting for a lost cause

Depleted I, dying for the wrong cause



These are the hours on the range
The more you show them
The more they choose to take away

Some things never change in the wings
And as it's your war,
There'll be no escape at all