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.