From the visions of the pain through the corners of the woodnTimes you lived your life bleeding from its veins of nailsnLived the pain that neverends the tree of deathnSince you were from the dirt and raised too high of what life is worthnWhen you ease your brain nnSee your dreams over fence your eager to fly forevernReaching through the gun roll the trigger runnThat is no reason to fly forevernnFew minutes of falling drops to dry the streams of your bloodnYou leave your god as the mountain on which I close my eyesnTo embrace the future of my last