It's lonely at the top of the mountain
Patients wandering around in circles
In melting hospital gowns
The snow caps are melting right into our mouths
Give or take five hundred years, until our summits collide
My friend, I'll be right here
I'm only eight
But it's too late
To find a job
In my withered state
And to be free
What does that have to do with me?
The ravens won
It's ten to none
A blade of grass
Against the sun
Lobotomize me now
Lobotomize me now
Tell our mother that I'm sorry
I'm not much use inside this body
Heavy avalanches of white smoke
For our dearly departed
Frying in our lungs
The casualties won't be enough
I say it's true
And like the dogs we left alone
We'll all die in the summer cold