Wild West -

When the end comes

You’ll see hydrogen electrolyzed

Amazing, you’re amazed at the cold you see, the fire by your face

Bitter bloom

Flightless skies

The fear the doom it’s no surprise

Realize, there’s no sense in losing your mind before your time

In order not to worry you write the words down

But it’s a fool’s game and your game face is shameful

Rise young sun you’re a tireless one

And you’ll be back, burning

When the morning comes when you catch my soul upon waking

Will you make a wish

For the wild west to accept the excess?

When the end comes you’ll see fields of green beyond your reach

And heartbeats

Rise young sun, you’re a tireless one and you’ll be back burning

When the morning comes

When you catch my soul upon waking

Will you make a wish

For the fool’s gain to equal his insane?