It's a Living Hell

Last Man standing
Cant keep a good man down
Theres no rain in the desert
Just bleached, sun-washed bones
Turned to stone

When the deal is done
They will be done
On Earth as it is in Dallas

Toil with my hands
Reap what I have sown
This is my land, this is my soul
This is what I own

How many times can we start over?
How many times can we do it again?
Burn out the sun, make the Moon dark
Aim for the heart
That is a good place to start

How many hearts can we break? How will we know when its too late?
How many lies can we swallow?
Eats away and makes us hollow
How many lives can we burn?
When we know its out turn