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- On the Road
I walk back
From a bed immersed in woe;
From a room with no windows;
From a house built on misery.
I walk back
From a dead-end road;
From a one-way street;
From a deserted highway.
I walk back
From an abandoned village;
From a ghost town;
From a smoky city.
I walk back
From your deceits and lies;
From your heartless hypocrisy;
From your tainted memory.
No promised land.
I’m returning to nihility,
And it’s peaceful there;
Peaceful.
From a bed immersed in woe;
From a room with no windows;
From a house built on misery.
I walk back
From a dead-end road;
From a one-way street;
From a deserted highway.
I walk back
From an abandoned village;
From a ghost town;
From a smoky city.
I walk back
From your deceits and lies;
From your heartless hypocrisy;
From your tainted memory.
No promised land.
I’m returning to nihility,
And it’s peaceful there;
Peaceful.
