And there it is, as pure as snownI couldn't see it for my head was too lownAnd prying eyes, they stoop too lownPoisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallowsnnDefeated I, fighting for a lost causenDepleted I, dying for the wrong causennThese are the hours on the rangenThe more you show themnThe more they choose to take awaynSome things never change in the wingsnAnd as it's your war,nThere'll be no escape at all