Wild West

When the end comes
 You'll see hydrogen electrolyzed
 You're amazed at the cold you see, the fire by your face
 Bitter bloom
 Flightless skies
 The fear the doom it's no surprise
 Realize, there's no sense in losing your mind before your time
 In order not to worry you write the words down
 But it's a fool's game and your game face is shameful
 Rise young sun you're a tireless one
 And you'll be back, burning
 When the morning comes when you catch my soul upon waking
 Will you make a wish
 For the wild west to accept the excess?
 When the end comes you'll see fields of green beyond your reach
 And heartbeats
 Rise young sun, you're a tireless one and you'll be back burning
 When the morning comes
 When you catch my soul upon waking
 Will you make a wish
 For the fool's gain to equal his insane?