Oh, How Cold And Treacherous

Road

The course that we are on

Is on its way to self destruction 

The red lights wont stop

No matter how fast you go

Time has stopped with its own parallel 

The surface isn't what it seems to be

Stained blood is all that I shall see

Is this our time for doing the crime 

Are we stuck in mortal souls

For all of time 

Will this toad that we encouraged 

Ever be free from our warped dreams 

Trapped like fish in a net

We are forever trapped in our own self made selfishness

For we didn't think before we acted

We simply took what was not given

And now we shall suffer as it should be

But that road is forever etched into our memory