It never seems to fail

It's to hot to sit
And to hot to move-
They stumble around
looking for a break
in the sun

But the time of day
wont allow for
shadows

All they can do is
cry-And that ain't
gonna change the
orbit-

They walk like slaves-
Free from pure hearts
and happiness-
They're dragging
Walking like slaves

Beads of sweat
roll form there eyes
All they can do is cry-
And that ain't gonna
change the orbit

There flesh
shrivels like paper
tossed in, to burn-
Makes ya wonder
how they survive

But it was made
not to dye-
and all they can do
is cry-