Giving up

Bleeding fingers
Dirt under their nails
Reaching for the price
The eyes have never seen
We're crawling in the mudd
The guilt paints us all gray
And what we find is what we've lost
And it's all buried in clay
Our eyes can't see the truth
It's way too painfull to find
We pick up our own loose tooth
And give up without a fight
And when the sun will rise
In just few hours
All this mudd will petrify
And if we're still here crawling
Slowly we all will die
Eventually, we all will die.