The Warmth of a Dying Sun

When I was born I was promised the world To keep dragging through With out complaining I want contentment But All I have is scorn In - the - back of my mind I - know that I'm in - The - warmth - of A - dying sun I found solace in Anything that I could Distract my mind From This impending failure You brought me to this earth But you can't Expect me to follow you I will not be forced To be miserable Even if happiness Is temporary I accept my fate And I'll smile through the worst The world is losing light And there's nothing left to borrow I was promised so much But all that is left Are these bones and false gold Bones and false gold I found something sacred Walk this Path paved with silver and gold To find it goes nowhere I walk on in the warmth of a dying sun