My mind is on the burn
I am out of drive
I got nothing on me
But I am still alive
Moving on through this story
With blind intentions running far
Would I go down this road my friend,
If I knew it was the down hill path?
Our lives are so clich�
We're oblivious to the end
Stories in circulation tell me
Where you began
Where did you begin?
Where did you begin?
From what corner did you grow?
How did you end up out here,
So far from home
Out here we can be different
But that can only go so far
So just find your favorite flavor baby
And stay what you are