Corpse Master

too late to save your life to live is to remind
the awkward climb
and the portraiture is clear
its the worst we've seen in years
apparent tears are dry
tonight
all ends could be just fine
if the numb could recognize
the beauty mines
so on the rider goes
at dawn when nothing moves
unstoppable by man
again
i don't know weather to go
the muddy road is making me slow
and neither one is setting well
its all me this i can tell
the dirty road and the sterile hotel
its all in smoke and signals hell