Cheyenne Mountain - Hightower

All good things must come to an end

Believe that mental distress’s darkening everything

Let’s hope someday we’ll learn how to get through

Followed the sun one day, remember when it used to bright so endlessly

Bright lights better days sweet emptyness

From all above

The sky’s still grey

Why is this the same inadequate

That mold won’t fit

Let me take a hint to guess your fate

These problems used to be such a hell to embrace

Arms lied wide open

Nothing can bring satisfaction

Counting all that’s left

The end is coming and I don’t see anything

No reason why we should know how to

From all above

No helping hand

Pressure I can’t breath

Pressure I can’t breath

Drifting out

Senses fail

What’s left for you and me

I’ve learnt to accept

These problems used to be

Such a hell to embrace

Silence is a key to open the gate

These problems used to be such a hell to embrace