I want god
I want clousure
All I've ever wanted was to find my own finality
I need death
I need fate
All my life I've lived for a clear path to take
And what I get
All I can find
Is a million blinking lights to pass the fucking time
Won't someone come around
And put me out of my misery?
Don't you know I've been found?
Again?
Again
There's nothing more to gain
From slogging through this pain
And every single road
Is just the same
All I want is something dry
Somthing for the mind
Got anything that can preoccupy?
Theres nowhere to go
And theres no more direction
I'm getting sick of returing to my home
The time is getting late
And I had best be going
I'm gotten tired, searching for my fate
Has led me to the edge
And walked me right back, back again
Back to the roads
Yeah, and every road still looks just the same