Untitled It hits you hard, it hits you hard When the rocks pile up And the hammer is in place to fall When you try to take a breath And your lungs just won’t fill And your soul is empty as a dried up well Well the sky is burned and the land is laid waste And no words that I know of could express my distaste As the sun rises up On another death day We spin on, and on, and on, and endlessly away Well I don’t believe we’re getting out of here Not even if we try There’s no real escape past the blood-tinted sky There’s toil and there’s soil and there’s work to be done As the earth turns another day under the sun So we wait for the day when the ground starts to tremble And the earth starts to crack far away in the distance And the hot-headed men shake their fists at the sky In their one final act of resistance And since we’re the paupers with nothing to lose There’s really no reason to fight it So we watch while the ones with the blood on their hands Beg for something more true to confide in Until that day comes when our ending is nigh and the battle scarred sky is rent open The sun will still rise in our night-weary eyes and hell, we might as well keep on goin’.