Brother, I can't push this barrel any farther
Cause every single step is getting harder
When all our names keep turning into numbers
So what's next?
Are we stuck here?
Can anyone repair the mess we've made?
Once bright is now unclear
Will every dream we hold start to fade?
Will everything we built go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Worried, demons show their face when they get thirsty
And every single river's running empty
Have we crossed the line of no returning?
So what's next?
Are we stuck here?
Can anyone repair the mess we've made?
Once bright is now unclear
Will every dream we hold start to fade?
Will everything we built go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
Go to waste?
