In the end you know the life we live lays out on a grid Point out peaks and curves, down we spin As I look upon my future self, I see a kind of hell The parts I've tried to save are the ones I sell As I age I see a dying light in all our hope and sacrifice With one last gasp and a late embrace The breath it took is the breath I hate I fight with open eyes, forced on the sun My life will take a while to hollow They take my eyes last With every new strike I forget my past I fight with open eyes, forced on the sun My life will take a while to hollow