Like those gasping for their last breath We cannot hide there's nothing left This world was never worthy But how can I call it unfaithful Every promise was fulfilled As decay crawled from it's throat Like the dead rising from an open grave Lips of

I like to believe he's the chosen one I like to believe he's the fallen one Dead but rising Dear wind of Mississippi can you call him by name I have followed his wings on a sunny day I raise the fist, raise the fist with power and fate And wishing that