Packed our bags we are ready to leave
Nothing left for us here to achieve
We are going to a place were we can
Getting closer getting closure indeed
Ego's hungry and it's ready to feed
All the cowards that are waiting
For the perfect opurtunity
All the stories that's corrupted by
Believe in everything your instincts say
Nails are scratching on the board of your mind
Let's get ready let this roadtrip begin
Take the top off, roaming freely
Let the ending of the story just unfold
All the cowards that are waiting
For the perfect possibility
All the stories thats corrupted by
Believe in everything your insticts say
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
All the cowards that are waiting
For the perfect possibility
All the storys thats corrupted by
Believe in everything your insticts say