Bad time are coming but;
        we act like we don't know
                     its been a long time coming;
                     we've been down this road.
                                               we know how the Story ends,
                                                           ­               history's been told.

We set off on the right path,
                  end up chasing gold.
                  by the time it loses its glitters,
                                               we are way too old.

Life is as bitter as the blistering cold,
                  it will break your heart,
                  just so it can throw out the mold,
                                                  and sell your soul.