Route 66, a deathly sunset kissed the ground & from its lips
Whispers of doom spread all around.
The familiar sound of a metal husk, Human flesh and bone now turned to dust
Charred remains – such a lovely musk. Amphetamine sulfate from dawn to dusk.
Another sick soul lost to the wind yeah, 40 years the same wheels were in spin
Same old mind in the same old skin, same old patterns that have always been. And always will remain.
That which stays the same, never subject to gain, can never escape the frame and thus exists in vain. Now its plain to see, the old terrain is strained. Only the insane refuse to change their minds.
And in time, the blind lead the blind. None see the signs of the Evil they rally behind.
History repeats, and the cycle completes – doomsday for mankind. Its the end of the line.
Ride on into the sunset, the eternal sleepless night awaits
There can be no redemption for the fool that walks the path of past mistakes.
Rust took over, the engine is lost, skidmarks on asphalt is now guiding the course
The whole system destroyed from within, a departing hymn resonating through the exhaust.
What's dead is lost, what's lost is past. The past is dead, though past ain't lost.
The past is dead, though past ain't lost. The past is dead, though past ain't lost.
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