Sasquatch - Drawing Flies

Well the writings on the wall I’ve been told my friend
Lending time to conquests that we once had
And all the rite, all the rotten gazes that reach out upon the lands I’ve wandered
Left to climb the mountain so high
When the mind grows older
We can decide the end of survive
It’s all intertwined
We’ve known this all these years
And as the tribe rolls onward,
Burning the pyres and swallowing embers
Holding for miles, the source of all their fears
Fall in line, you’ve done your time
The gold is mine my brother
You seem so troubled
Hey, you better make time
All is lost, set the course
You’re cold as frost my brother
You seem so troubled
Hey, you better make time
There are ancient pathways through mountains
They say you need only guides
I often ask myself just why
And all is lost
And all the talk of how they bleed through the valleys
Bookend in torture
As they climb the mountain so high
Reach down today