And there it is, as pure as snow I couldn't see it for my head was too low And prying eyes, they stoop too low Poisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallows Defeated I, fighting for a lost cause Depleted I, dying for the wrong cause These are the hours on the range The more you show them The more they choose to take away Some things never change in the wings And as it's your war, There'll be no escape at all