Something’s burning down in me
It gets so hot I’ve got to scream!
I know you know just what I mean
When you’re not at home you’ve got to
Roam that lonesome roadI was schooled and I was ruled
With phony maps and broken toolsBut when I knew that I was fooled
I knew I had to make my move
You see something flash through a crack
And you can’t turn backSo many things that I was told
Just empty noises dead and coldThere’s so much more than what is shown
I’ve got to find it on my own
Flee this emptiness you hate
And find another fate
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