He's walking down the road,
where it begins
His vision is kind of blurry,
his thoughts, discarded
His place in the road,
where it breaks off
Which way you gonna go?
Which way you gonna go?
I'm sick and tired of these people talking about,
where they've been.
I'm sick and tired of these people living like,
they don't want anything to do with you.
Chose his new path,
he swore he never been there
Making wrong decisions
is harder, is heavy
Wake up from this deadly sleep
I'm sick and tired of these people talking about,
where they've been.
I'm sick and tired of these people living like,
they don't want anything to do with you.
Wake up from this deadly sleep