Try as we might, we never win
We lose sight, fall into sin
We still fight, never to win
It is never bright, always too dim
And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling
No matter what we say, no one hears
Troubles never far away, too many fears
In our pain we pay, rewarded with tears
The sun will never stay, rain never clears
And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling
We can't take anymore, it takes too long
Crawling on the floor, not feeling strong
We are victims of what for, always being wrong
Always looking for the door, waiting to hear that song
And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling
Copyright © Chris Smith 2010