Without beginning, without the end (our lifeblood)the road for the spiritual outlaws is never endingand so is the hunt for all those answersthe devil may hold your truth, what a fucking relief it would be (to know)bluecold and the grim truth stands before you (all you ever wanted?)
Descend and fly away to another day, another nightsleep forever or serve to justify
The brand that you wear speak of what you are made of
It leaves you like an open book for everyone to read
Is this it, is this what you wanted?
The eye of the rest on your back
To be a part of the masterplan is the only way to spiritual helldrink to that and never forget where you came fromcause there's no such thing as a one way ticket to hellwhat a fucking relief that is
Descend and fly away to another day, another nightsleep forever or serve to justify