On the rough roads between the sun and the shade

Denunciation of denial, sketches of what to expect and await



Wake up it might be all too late

Convicted to wonder and drift in this game of damnation



Don't fight it just float away

Here's where the story ends

The river of sludge



Go home and lock the door, pull back the curtains

I am in my shed so safe

It's too late for spiritual awakening



Don't fight it just float away

Here's where the story ends

The river of sludge