• I've walked these endless roads,
    I've walked them for years at end.
    I've walked past the hollow houses,
    and I've walked past the sputtering lamp posts.

    I'm walking, but never moving.
    Tripping and never falling.
    And I'm in that place,
    Where you feel nothing,
    Nothing at all.

    I've been here before.
    I've walked these empty streets,
    where my only friends are
    Inanimate,
    And lonley,
    Just like me.

    I'm walking these endless roads,
    I'm going to walk them for years at end.
    I'm walking past empty homes,
    and I'm walking past sputtering lamp posts.

    I'm streching but never reaching,
    Gasping but never breating,
    Pushing away all life,
    And forcing myself to forget.

    Depression and hate,
    Anger and denial.
    Feelings no one can deny.

    I've lost all contact,
    With the world.
    Altough it was my choice from the begining.

    I had the choice to embrace life with all my might,
    But I pushed it away,
    To regret it later.

    I've had every moment to live my life,
    But I refused,
    Pure ignorence.

    I'm going to walk these empty roads for all my life,
    I'm going to walk them until I die, or just give up.
    I'm know I'm going to pass empty homes,
    And past sputtering lamps.

    I'm going in circles,
    Damned because of my ignorent choices.
    My connection to the outside world is bleak,
    Can't you see?
    Cutting myself makes everything clear,
    Like getting a high.

    My head spins as I choice my fate,
    A metal blade through my chest,
    A cylinder of steel piercing my head,
    Or a full body slam from a metal beast.

    As I walk these emtpy roads,
    These empty houses,
    These dying lamps,
    I think.
    'Was this really my choice,
    Did I have choice in the beginning?'
    And I know
    The
    Answer.

    I had a choice.

    I've walked these endless roads,
    I've walked them for years at end.
    I've walked past the hollow houses,
    and I've walked past the sputtering lamp posts.

    I'm walking, but never moving.
    Tripping and never falling.
    And I'm in that place,
    Where you feel nothing,
    Nothing at all.

    I'm streching but never reaching,
    Gasping but never breating,
    Pushing away all life,
    And forcing myself to forget.

    Depression and hate,
    Anger and denial.
    Feelings no one can deny.

    I've lost all contact,
    With the world.
    Altough it was my choice from the begining.