Our inconvenient burden
It could be lifted off of us
If we gave up to finally let go of the free
Will that we were given

Our graves above the timberline
Our names chalked
Treasure or wealth no longer found

The unforgiving void
The forge in which our values burn
The resting leech our thinning minds
In my abstinence I turn to nothing

Our graves above the timberline
Our names chalked
Treasure or wealth no longer found

Let them inherit this fire now
Lest they will forget that we were ever here

Let them inherit this fire now
Lest they will forget that we were ever here