sitting on this mountain side, in the night
the moonlight shining across the water
grinning as with the first light
i watch my dreams flow down to the slaughter

soon i too, must join the walking dead
but for now i remain proud
i will not bow my head
even if i am standing within a shroud

i will allow no one to see me cringe
me being plauged by endless pride
i am almost out of my suffering binge
i ask you my question, eyes open wide

hoping it will play out like my flashback
the memory that has never occured
dreaming the ropes will no longer be slack
and i will be rewarded for having endured

what can i do, i will not flee away
never will i run away in fright
i will sit up away from it all, letting the mountain sway
i will return, and wait, night after night