The Road

I've got to run to keep from hiding, I've got to run to keep from hiding

With the lack of good decisions, I made the choice to run
Bu-bu-bu-breath you bastard, push onward towards the sun

The road, the road

Like living death, but Im paid no mind
The birds of prey, simply pass me by

I will wonder not in spite but as a means to and end

Stead fast my all true dead
I was broke broke broke broke broke from the... bend



Credits
Writer(s): Shae Chism
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