I can feel it on my trail
The approaching hurricane
I've been driving for days
But this time I can't shake it off
Slow and steady,
I can feel it's hand on my head,
coming to take me away
In the end, the wind will cut you down
The wind will cut us down
No time for dreams
Not anymore
No hope to dream
I am being crushed
And now I am fully awake again
And I can see the end
Somehow as if time had stretched
I was here all along
A wretched fool
Deceiving coward
Heartless and cruel
An utmost failure
A disappointing useless sack of filth
Wasted material destined to fail
In face of mundane and trivial things
I'm running out of time and breath
As I am measured and judged for my sins
Now that the dream has died
Everyone can see me as I am
A wretched fool
Deceiving coward
Heartless and cruel
An utmost failure
In the end, the Wind will cut you down
Cut us down all way