• "life is short, you must make what you will, in the time you've got as you climb the hill,

    Controlling your wrath for the good of your soul, choose your path, as you traverse this hole.

    crying all your tears for those, long forgotten years, it never lasts, living in the past, to tell the truth

    It all fades away, into the gray, as you die. It all fades away, into the gray, as you die.