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There's a road that leads to God knows where
And the Angels don't guard it, and the demons don't care
The signs the guide you lie to you so hide or they will find you
There's a road that leads to God knows where

There's a statue of stone pointing home
With a crow on the shoulder, but the head is gone
How would it know the way, frozen in decay
There's a statue of stone pointing home

There's a forest singin' a chorus through the trees
The spirits in the lyrics whisper you make beliefs
The song belongs to you but you're out of touch and out of tune
There's a forest singin' a chorus through the trees

There's a cave with engravings of fortunes told
Hectic breath crystallizes in the dampened cold
The echos start to take on a voice all of their own
There's a cave with engravings of fortunes told

There's a castle that can block out the stars
With marvelous markings locked out by the guards
There's a wall that won't come down, a warning written in the clouds
There's a castle that can block out the stars

There's a kingdom built on what you think should be
And in it there's a king who fancies himself free
But at the end of his reign he'll be beheaded or enslaved
There's a kingdom built on what you think should be

There's a mob with the mentality of war
With views skewed to a sword to settle up the score
You can silently abhor or speak up and be ignored
There's a mob with the mentality of war

There's a memory of better times forgotten
Now the fresh picked fruit is all spoiled and rotten
And an effigy can never be a replacement for the energy
For the memory of better times forgotten

The monster in me's sinkin' in his teeth
Claws are thrashin' at the person that I long to be
I know no growth so show no remorse for me
As the monster in me sinks in his teeth

The God you worship's startin' to grow horns
So kill your idols before they kill themselves in cruciform
Before you can mourn idle hands begin to form
Into the playthings of whom you've been warned

So sing to me as I drift off to sleep
Tell me that you love me and kiss me on the cheek
Stick a blade in my rib cage, unlock it and let me free
Wear a dress of red to my funeral and curse me quietly

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