Dirt Road
I lost my soul down an old dirt road
Talking to a man as I'm walking home
He looked to me as if to say
He's sorry for the things that changed
He lead the way
Down a muddy meadow
Behind the trees
With the casted shadow
I looked around and I found the smoke
The bodies burnt and rid of hope
The homes they lost in the midst of anger
Shattered dreams and happy fakers
Plead and scream with their voices breaking
Now here I am with the old man saying
these are the souls thatll never recover
But you my son are the lucky number
33 to be exact, your mind is plagued and your will is tapped
And who's to say that I can't change that
Bring back some happy that you've never had
And you should think twice cause the risk is there
Good things in life still bring despair
And when you die your heavens nowhere
An endless fight to escape the nightmare
Just ink the sheet with a drop of blood
Or keep your soul just like you should
What'll it be?
I looked and smiled
Took a long breath and I thought awhile
What's he mean, does he have a motive
I asked why me and he took a moment
Finally he speaks with some words well spoken
"What's your dreams? he had asked to me
Do you like riots wanna join a scene?
Pull an RLJ and become the scream
Or give it all back to the ones you need
Live your life like a fucking king"
I told him slow down, so what's they key.
Asked for the paper and began to read
Then his eyes rolled and he said to me
"Im the keeper, the eternal reaper"
One wrong step and he drug me deeper
So this is hell I can hardly breathe
He took my hand and he looked at me
Punctured my skin with some razor teeth
The blood dropped down and he set me free
So what's the time its 3:33, am I still alive
Is this really me
And why did the devil get ahold of me
I'm just a kid, I've got a life to lead
33 what the fuck does that mean
Is it my days, or months or weeks
I guess I'll see, I still feel the darkness
All up over me, I still see his shadow lurking constantly 
I still smell the homes that were burning please
These voices and the screams never slow or cease
I lost my soul down an old dirt road
Talking to the devil as I'm walking home
He looked to me as if to say
He's sorry for the things that changed
Talking to a man as I'm walking home
He looked to me as if to say
He's sorry for the things that changed
He lead the way
Down a muddy meadow
Behind the trees
With the casted shadow
I looked around and I found the smoke
The bodies burnt and rid of hope
The homes they lost in the midst of anger
Shattered dreams and happy fakers
Plead and scream with their voices breaking
Now here I am with the old man saying
these are the souls thatll never recover
But you my son are the lucky number
33 to be exact, your mind is plagued and your will is tapped
And who's to say that I can't change that
Bring back some happy that you've never had
And you should think twice cause the risk is there
Good things in life still bring despair
And when you die your heavens nowhere
An endless fight to escape the nightmare
Just ink the sheet with a drop of blood
Or keep your soul just like you should
What'll it be?
I looked and smiled
Took a long breath and I thought awhile
What's he mean, does he have a motive
I asked why me and he took a moment
Finally he speaks with some words well spoken
"What's your dreams? he had asked to me
Do you like riots wanna join a scene?
Pull an RLJ and become the scream
Or give it all back to the ones you need
Live your life like a fucking king"
I told him slow down, so what's they key.
Asked for the paper and began to read
Then his eyes rolled and he said to me
"Im the keeper, the eternal reaper"
One wrong step and he drug me deeper
So this is hell I can hardly breathe
He took my hand and he looked at me
Punctured my skin with some razor teeth
The blood dropped down and he set me free
So what's the time its 3:33, am I still alive
Is this really me
And why did the devil get ahold of me
I'm just a kid, I've got a life to lead
33 what the fuck does that mean
Is it my days, or months or weeks
I guess I'll see, I still feel the darkness
All up over me, I still see his shadow lurking constantly 
I still smell the homes that were burning please
These voices and the screams never slow or cease
I lost my soul down an old dirt road
Talking to the devil as I'm walking home
He looked to me as if to say
He's sorry for the things that changed
Credits
Writer(s): Nickolas Ryan Wade Hale
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