There's no path to follow There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand By a man whose children who built the castles made of stone
That line grows deeper like these shackles round our bones
Sneaks past the borders and the lords that hold his hand
This castle crumbles as he walks out of this land
There's no path to follow There's no path to follow There's no path to follow
of the dead that moved to I have no purpose in this land have I forgotten how to stand up with the humor and the need I've got to find a way to be
I just turn up the stereo I can't survive without the cold This culture's fallen off its feet I've got to find a brand new beat
Church bells are ringing like the panic in my head
Walk into the setting sun Water's rising, rising fast History catching up at last
Danger ahead, death behind No one to follow but old man time
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