Drunk bastards,
picking up guns...

Confused..
abused...

I have my arms outstretched
under the dark horizon...

Money floating in the air
people walking in utter despair...

Walking in the shadows,
Hiding away from the fears...

A thousand winters
and a hundred summers passed...

I seek answers
to the lies...

An orphan child,
to me the world is cold...

It seems like an eternity
or maybe its more...

What have i done
to deserve...

An orphan child,
to me the world is cold...

A misty morning,
out of many...