Suns Gone and the fires brimming
My nerves are all burned from the heat from the kitchen
This aint the first time
Death March to the choir singing
Running all night from the grave I've been digging
This is a bad sign
And I dont know where Ill go or what this is
Im a wanderer wandering wondering
If this is all there is
Im on the sideline swinging wishing for all the truth to be dished
But I could give a shit
Side step blast from the grass
where the shots were left out ringing
Head down, eyes closed, mouth shut
is the message that they're bringing
Surrounded by the charlatans and the well wishers
Sharpening the swords with words that lead to the swinging
And I dont care where Ill go or what this is
Im a wanderer wandering wondering if this is all there is
Im on the sideline swinging, And I got nothing to give
But I could give a shit
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