The road goes far across the earth
That's what roads are meant to do
But rush along, away from us
And we'll still find room for you.
Your body chains you to the floor
That's what body's are meant to do
Build it, break it or attempt disguise
And we'll still find room for you.
The sky it howls, the ground it dies
That's what the Earth is meant to do
Crawl through wind and lacerations
And we'll still find room for you.
Your words are rich and mould the air
That's what words are meant to do
Scream defiance down the road
And with your body
And to the sky and soil
And to any and all you captivate
But we'll still find room for you.
There is no exit
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
The road goes far across the earth
That's what roads are meant to do
But rush along, away from us
And we'll still find room for you.
Your body chains you to the floor
That's what body's are meant to do
Build it, break it or attempt disguise
And we'll still find room for you.
The sky it howls, the ground it dies
That's what the Earth is meant to do
Crawl through wind and lacerations
And we'll still find room for you.
Your words are rich and mould the air
That's what words are meant to do
Scream defiance down the road
And with your body
And to the sky and soil
And to any and all you captivate
But we'll still find room for you.
There is no exit
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