when the sun comes rising like a fire from belownand the air makes your eyes dim and it burns in your throatnand you're walking in circles but your luck never turnsnand you know nothing changesnnwell some of us just trust and the other ones learnnnwhen the truth is like poison and the words make you chokenand the sheep get chosen and the wicked ones floatnand you'll always remember but he never returnsnand you're lonely forvernnwell some of us just rust but the lucky ones burnnnsome of us just rust but the lucky ones burn (x8)