40 Days

I've got to open your eyes
You must now meet your demise
You lay ten feet in the frost. These are our lives
I've got to bring you the pain
If you want, I'll bring you the rain
I've got to open your eyes. These are our tribes

I've got to open your eyes
You must now meet your demise -
Attempt to flee in the night - it's suicide
I've got to bring it to you
And there ain't anything you can do