Road Song

Oh, how I must've smelled trash(?)
The pavement's harshest spurs
Scraping the filth
From beneath my fingers
And all that's left in these pockets of mine
Is my knife and a couple of Lincoln's

Stealing the frames
From the surface of my flesh
Oh, it'll never be the same

Following those footsteps in the rain
I'll never feel quite the same
As those two months in the summer

Hard to believe I'm only seventeen
Travelling ??? to me
Fantasize from a ???
Mainly unsettling

When I think of all the people I must've met
I don't own a single regret for the things I saw
Things I felt

The society is changing, everything is growing
Everyone is living as everyone is dying
Society is changing, everything is growing
Everyone is living as everyone is dying

Everyone single one of you is dying

Everything is dying, everything is rotting, everything is decaying
Everything is dying, everything is rotting, everything is decaying
Everything, everything is dying

Now everything is gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Now everything is gone