A Different Road

it seems I'm caught in a fork
a sharpened stab in the dark
this moment doesn't exist until it's all ripped apart
this is my path, my fond farewell
my guide, my betrayer
all I see is a shell

why walk on dirt instead of sand?
(take me to the end)
take my hand and force me to ascend
still I'm nowhere to the next best pauper to my princess

all this time I've been on a different road
only to sell a fate not sealed in stone

street signs lead to road blocks
in the middle of a cold, dark alley
where the crooked cops roam
the payphone needs a dial tone
the screaming coming from the sky
paints the portrait of the dragonfly

why walk on dirt instead of sand?
(take me to the end)
take my hand and force me to ascend
still I'm nowhere to the next best pauper to my princess

all this time I've been on a different road
only to sell a fate not sealed in stone

I've heard it eight-hundred-eighty-eight times before
my stance has a greater chance of breaking the floor
your words are absurd
they have nothing to weigh them down to the ground
everybody's new sound

I've heard it eight-hundred-eighty-eight times before
my stance has a greater chance of breaking the floor
your words are absurd
they have nothing to weigh them down to the ground
everybody's new sound

all this time I've been on a different road
only to sell a fate not sealed in stone

I've heard it eight-hundred-eighty-eight times before
my stance has a greater chance of breaking the floor
your words are absurd
they have nothing to weigh them down to the ground
everybody's new sound





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