Letra de Fork In The Road

Keeping our wits about us
Our fists are powerless
Leaving nothing behind us
It seems we're just not that important
Maybe in our minds
But a healthy mind is hard to find
Everyone is leaving with cuts on their hands
And scars on their arms
And dreams on their stereos
In sleep-deprived plans
We burn bushes at this
Fork in the road
And I, I have a knife
In my pocket
A fest for the wasted
We're sticking our tongues in broken wall sockets
A rush of gold to the head
And now this head has got a hole in it
Guess I'm just open-minded
It's a city thing
It's a silly thing
Cast a cold eye
You don't give a shit, so why do I?
Putting all pleasantries aside
Our dreams have died
In mass graves they're turning
Waiting to be revived
Pearls devoured by swine
In sleep-deprived plans
We burn bushes
At this fork in the road