Only one wrong turn to take a trip down the Dead Man's path
Where crumbling bones lay in piles left to rot away forever
Children's screams piled around me from some ****** one-sided battle
And the stares of the once living as they sweep you from the shelves

Maybe you could be the unlikely hero to enlighten us all
To scratch away with your spoon at the heavy stone wall between lies and truth
Or you will stay staring at the oblivious millions of faces
There is no such thing as an accident when your life is set at birth