it's the primary cause of the well gone one
in this world of nature and space
you go and lose your way
you only get older
and everyones colder
there's gonna be a time someday
it's like turning off the lights
we all go the same way
even the mountains
will burn and disintegrate
all i wanna do is hate
scared you're losing time
gotta get what's mine
you got a righteous rage
just like a servant of virtue
you don't let it bother u
even the mountains
will burn and disintegrate
and all i wanna do is hate
tell me you think that i should ride it out
all the trouble i fear and the clouds of doubt
you tell that you think i should write it down
all the trouble i feel and the clouds of doubt
it's the primary cause of the well gone one
