Fork In The Road - Aking

Keeping our wits about us

Our fists are powerless

Leaving nothing behind us

It seems we’re just not that important

Maybe in our minds

But a healthy mind is hard to find

Everyone is leaving with cuts on their hands

And scars on their arms

And dreams on their stereos

In sleep-deprived plans

We burn bushes at this

Fork in the road

And I, I have a knife

In my pocket

A fest for the wasted

We’re sticking our tongues in broken wall sockets

A rush of gold to the head

And now this head has got a hole in it

Guess I’m just open-minded

It’s a city thing

It’s a silly thing

Cast a cold eye

You don’t give a shit, so why do I?

Putting all pleasantries aside

Our dreams have died

In mass graves they’re turning

Waiting to be revived

Pearls devoured by swine

In sleep-deprived plans

We burn bushes

At this fork in the road