Vishnu

I dont think im gonna make it

Out of here alive

Its become apparrent to me there is no way to survive

And every day i see the sun set again

Only means i gotta go through it all again

Running in a race that nobody ever wins

The pursuit of happiness that cant ever be found just might be in the bottom of some hole dug six feet in the ground.

And my back is broken from carrying other peoples bullshit that they refuse to own..

As far as i can tell we all just wind up alone .

Has anything youve ever done ever really mattered to anyone

Or has anybody ever mattered to anyone

Whats the point of dying in a world where were no one can survive...

When man can wield a fire hotter than the sun

And burn shadows in the ground

Of little children having fun ,they never saw it coming

And they never hurt no one..

No justice can be found in the abominations face

Have we caught up with the memories

We thought we had erased

The story remains behind with no one left to tell

No one left to listen to the storys left to tell..

Blinded by the sun...

Thrown from the hand of man, killer of giants and destroyer of worlds Death I have become

Theres a race were all running that can never be won...

Call upon the Almighty even He will turn and run and maybe theres no hope of ever finding another season in the sun ...

They are scatterered in the memories of battles never won ...

All ive got is bad memories

Of bad trips around the sun..

Running in a race that cant ever be won.