Highway Patrol

Every time I dig deeper in my thoughts

I understand, there are no pure souls

Thousands of different roads

We wait for the day than never comes

I always wanted to break the life laws

But this is not even real I suppose

My morality is sick, my ideals are weak

No one will ever fully get me

But who I am if I never try

Is there anyone else alive

Being able to change the sequences right

I keep on kicking up stones

Hope for the best and expect the worst

Rolling down, down the way I go

My lifeline is just a highway patrol

I keep on kicking up stones

Trying to build my own dome

Rolling down, down the way I go

My lifeline is just a highway patrol

My heart is full of rage and fury

I want to scream at the top of my lungs

The thought of not being independent

Those voices deep down in my guts

Are shaped by spears of former glory

Rusty edges making cuts

For 20 years its the same old story

My heart is full of rage and fury

I want to scream at the top of my lungs

I hope to find a way off this madness

Before they use their shiny guns