It may be by choice or a small inner voice I can't say. When you add up the cost we all have a cross. How do you write off the loss?
Where do I go from here? How do I find my way? When is it loud and clear, that there's no turning back? No looking back. Where do I go from here? Nobody gets away. Itls a new kind of fix, for hte poor and the rich. You never know what's coming next...at the turning point.
The rules are unwritten and nobody knows the deal. Where have I been driven; are deamons behind the wheel? Yeah, I know my days are numbered, we're only flesh and bone, and I've been left to wonder how it went so wrong.
Is it all tailor made, can the sinner be saved, Ican'tsay. So don't hang your hat on the knife im my back.
'Cause nobody treats me like that.
Where do I go from here? How do I find my way? When is it loud and clear, that there's no turning back? No looking back. Where do I go from here? Nobody gets away. It's a new kind of fix, for the poor and the rich. You never know what's coming next...
At the turning point