Brewing madness with a day to
burn to
dream
to walk... barefoot
Collecting dust and rust in my mouth
Foaming... blood lust
And the dogs are on the prowl to
hunt
to scavenge, to
salvage sanity that has been
lost
It'll never be the same
Despair... strapped in the dark
and the words get lost
to forget to
haunt to
whisper

And so the road
bled...