There's a cynical feeling
And it's burning a hole
Though my everlasting soul
When it's evil that lights up the road
There's nowhere to go but down
Embrace your anger and turn it to dust.


There's now a hole
As I'm breaking down
No promises but I may have a soul
Be the one that feeds the demon at the crossroad
Rejecting is the feeling
Cry to the empire, demand your gold dust


Your pen is the weapon, now, grab it before it turns to dust
Is there anything else I could be feeling?
But I'm not so I'm going down
Have you ever felt another human's soul?
They show nothing but the road
In the path they find, a golden hole


Down the rabbit pit
Into a new found soul
Pray for another pile of dust
Dig a hole
How lonely they'll be feeling
Walking that road


Sing out your soul
In the middle of a dirt road
Drop into the hole
Become the drifting dust
Mild nightmares when I'm getting down
Scream for every feeling


Wake up in a hole
Blow the smoke through the feeling
Descending down
On a ledge of dust
I'm not feeling my soul
I'm losing myself on the winding road