We all look the same in the dark,

We are just as bad inside our hearts,

Maybe we can be good,

Maybe we should if we could,

Maybe we should be still,

Take a breath and climb the hill,

But when it gets dark,

The sun sets,

I feel it in my soul,

We must rest,

It’s strenuous,

But we’re all the same,

It’s quit a mess,

When it gets dark,

It gets hard,

Let’s be apart,

Unless it’s rott that heats away my heart,

We all look the same in the dark,

We are still works of art,

Unless we hit the hard rock moves,

We just stick still,

Yes,

I have fallen,

Fallen from the hill,

The hill that sets me free,

That hill that’s now a part of me,