G.a.s. Drummers The Death Of Emotions
When the road diverged in two I remember those old tales
Mother used to read me to sleep in the nights of love and
grace.
It’s the obligation of working for the glory and fame
A highway In front of our eyes what tear us apart again.
My voice ain’t counting much,
I am the gray suit where the citizens drown and die.
We should have never come to lose.
I live in a house near the mail, what else should I ever
be?
Maybe I should have a son and sing him those same old
tales.
Mother take me where the love, lead me through the roads
of grace,
Keep that evil easy way aside of my wounded fate.
I could be wrong but that means nothing so save your own.
