Aking Fork In The Road Lyrics

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 silly thing it's a city 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