Death of a Prized Cow Pt. 2

Make way for the burial, make way for the coming Sun.
Crash into the border, as long as you don't tell anyone.
We were born in blood, and blood we shall be buried in.
A moment of your time is a week of mine,
you spend too much time revolving around yourself.
You're losing faith, and I'm gaining shame,
Picking up dirt just to feel at home.
Define purpose, a moment of growing up loses its focus,
and now I'm moving on to the next room.
My hands are calloused, and ache too bad
"too bad", they said, "That's just too damn bad."
Forever seems so long ago,
and you always said you had no concept of time.
You can't excuse your actions
on the way the weather carries the thunder.
Keep your voices down, or I swear I'll end it now.
Last stop at your parent's cemetery.
I hope to God you find them too.