It's coming down. It's the mold in the tree bark, And the oil that slowly flows. I can prove, if we gather, It's coming down forevermore. Can I jump into the shadows But going back to my old door? So I will descend this wide slope That's going down. It's coming down. It's the fear, blocking nature. And the glimpse of a blow. It tries to wake in the morning But it's tough to be reborn. I'm so tired and so fed up Of its lies I dont recall. I don't believe in stagnation, My belief is to roll On the seven roads. It's coming down.