Won’t we stick it out, this mile of doubt or will we
Fold up and disappear, a lullaby that lost its soul.

Don’t think our time is up, this is going nowhere.
Don’t think our due is done but a disaster don’t care.

When did we sell ourselves into this avalanche? Can’t outlast the cold.
Were we meant to get caught in this avalanche? Can’t we lay down and die?

Damn right it hurts to think that we could be so naïve,
But you’ve got your point, if we can’t pay cash we owe you pity.

How can you stand by watchin’ your sons slip by?
How can you let us die? Would you let us lay down and die?

When did we sell ourselves into this avalanche? Can’t outlast the cold.
Were we meant to get caught in this avalanche?
Will we lay down under this avalanche? Were we meant to last?