The sky is red the tears I bled are far to great.
My mind is gone and with it your image torn.
I break my hands and everyday I wish you bad fait.
I don’t care about you and your kid, but look and form
an image of a desert with you and yours inside inmate.
A jail of fire and dirt to rout until the end will find us.
A great regret is forming inside my heart with you apart.
The lonesome road with skill can break you my boss.
You are the one who cause me pain and the same I wish you part.
For far I came and I’m stuck in the same old cross.
