Judgment Day

The different roads that lead to hell
And the trips along the way
The culmination of forgotten nights
Tracing the path as clear as day
Tracing the path
The longings and the appetites
Left but a memory of what I used to be
If I think back to when I was a child
I can’t believe that was me
And I roam and I wonder
Alone
Alone
Yeah I roam never having a home
And I fear the price to pay on Judgment Day
All the times that I went astray
Have taken so much along the way
That when I think of what’s left of me
I can’t remember what I used to be
And I roam… afficher plus