Hell or Heaven,
I'll get there by the highway.
Heaven or Hell
Im taking the long way.

My path may split at a fork in a wood,
but whichever way I choose will be a path.

The road calls, the trees I haven't seen pray to hear my engine hum as I drive by.

The past yells from miles behind,
tormenting me for attention. The faster I go the louder it screams to me.

I will drive to those trees and away from those screams until I reach the pearly gates or a flaming sea.