Held out for a second chance Moving sadly close behind How would I ever take the lead and find out some new direction. Making these empty doll sway Stabbed by all the passion and lost. You spend your time between freight trains. And the void you live behind. The landscapes always take the aim out of your soul and idle brain. How would I ever pick up the time Wasted years erased or just blurred. Move on in the same repetition. Chained to forgotten roads. A straight man made out of straw burning in a maze of sound.
Blinded by the flame My begging starving heart. Senses in a turmoil. My eyes paralyzed. Pry or beseech me to put it to an end No complains no sorrow at the cemetery gate. Plodding down to the river....