The sands from the south
Carry over to the plains
Something is changing
Despare screaming
Tie the string tighter
It’s your life in our hands
Don’t let us pull
Tighter it may snap
With a flick of the wrist
Crying blowing over to the path
Begging to stop this madness
Caving in
So many people
Continue to beg for a relient being
Yet no answer to guide
You to the angle it lives on
A nudging sensation
There’s no stopping this fate
Your limitations aren’t ever limited
So jump into hell
Feel the burn
Misleading temptations
Making you richer
Making you grimmer

So hold your breath
It’s going to be a bumpy ride ahead

This feeling is just dead
This feeling is just dead
No more pleading, its already said
This feeling is just dead
This feeling is just dead.