when the sun comes rising like a fire from below
and the air makes your eyes dim and it burns in your throat
and you're walking in circles but your luck never turns
and you know nothing changes
well some of us just trust and the other ones learn
when the truth is like poison and the words make you choke
and the sheep get chosen and the wicked ones float
and you'll always remember but he never returns
and you're lonely forver
well some of us just rust but the lucky ones burn
some of us just rust but the lucky ones burn (x8)