A journey alone through the night
Rain drops cooling the ash and im nowhere to find
Theres none i can hold
Theres my feet constantly pressing shoe marks in the mud
Don‘t like to be alone but they hate who am and destroyed what i love Now the birds stopped singing
And its getting colder
Raindrops turning to snow, Teardrops turning to ice
Gold on my hand and my neck
Would give all that if it could bring
Humanity back, but it can't
And our journey goes on and on
For many decades we’ve been on the run