Demons in the Mist

We die alone, Sad fact of life But you're getting old And there's a certain set of things You gotta know: You're not special You're not even close Stop fighting, You're losing your will to live I can see it in your glazed-over eyes Disappointment lies in your wasted youth The sad fact is you never had a chance. You're still not getting it The sad fact that you're still not questioning I've been telling you since 2010 Freedom is still a fucking lie. They've been walking round my town Like they own the ground Now they're hanging upside down Tell me, who's the big man now? Not fucking you. Your ideology stinks like shit I don't wanna be any part of it Tell me, who's the big man now? We will all die alone There is no light There is no way out.