Assuming it's so over there
That there is nothing after hell
You'll blame yourself, you've slept all life
You'll blame yourself, you've wasted your life
So you have to stop looking back here
The hardened ground you're stepping on
Is a dead turf, burned with idleness
Is like dead moss, lying on a stone
Bring me strength and
Bring me health and
Give me help to
Take back reins
My water source
Quenches my road
Wet and sprout the plants that will guide me
Towards a more worthy end
Worthy end
Worthy end
Worthy end
