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The Road to Nowhere - Radical Face
Written by：Benjamin Cooper
The lightning climbing up the walls
The finger drawings on the glass
The map of those who used to live here
Until the gilded hand was broken
Often there's a voice in my sleep at night
The words inside my skull ignite
But once I wake I cannot read them
My bloody hands remain a question mark
Sifting through the Jacobs of time
Or hiding in the bones of the city
The engines sing along with the cries
This song it spells disaster
But it's buried in the laughter
Ooooh oooh oohoooooo
Ooooh oooh oohoooooo
Oooooooooo
The words that fall from out the mouths
Can change your hands
And split the skin
So I will keep myself apart
From shining eyes
And priveledge boredom
The thing that I've learnt from unusual blood
Is never touch a person's comfort fort
The voice of change is often heard
But fear itself has come to visit
Sifting through the Jacobs of time
Or hiding in the bones of the city
The engines sing along with the cries
Their song it spells disaster
But we drown it out with laughter
And our eyes
Rose pointed at the skies looking for an answer
And our hands
They were stained and black and grey
Busy solving problems
And the backs were bent below the fall
Of things we'll never know
Until it breaks us
And in the comfort of the earth
We will not wonder what we're worth
No we will sleep soundly
All on the road to nowhere
