It Wears Me Down -

All of me, all of me, all of me down

Woods swallowing men with cold,

dark, beasts and deep blue skies

Quaking earth, winds that wipe

creations of man away like dust

I reach out to fathom all of my kin

I have none, that is sin

Alone we die like cattle in storm

Alone we die like cattle in storm

It Wears Me Down

It wears me down

It wears me down

All of me, all of me, all of me down

(Repeat)

Pure encharting reconception

of self-vindictive truth

Over-eating expectation

a subregarding sleuth

seems to open for correction

the understudied mind

but it stops at magniloquence

as regulations shine