All Roads - Defeater

Morning bleeds in through the shades

Creeps along the pine, day dawning

The pain’s tide is washing in

Bent, crawling skin, head caving in

Sick feeling in his guts

Eyes adjust to the sun, nights blurring

The air sours in his mouth

Lights a cigarette, shaking, breathes it in

«These nameless, dim-lit streets

Will be the death of me»

Following the cracks

And back alley bends

Down along the pier

The boardwalk and sand

«I'll get you what you need

Keep you from lonely my friend»

All roads lead to hell

Our fortuned, timely end

No way to cheat our death

Dirty money has got his hands in deeper

Pockets lined in the fights and throwing weight on the dice

«What you got?

I need it all so badly»

«These nameless dead-end streets gonna swallow me

Be the death of me»

«I'll get you what you need, keep you from lonely, my friend»

All roads lead to hell

Our fortuned, timely end

«I'll get you what you need»

«What you got?»

«I'll get you what you need, keep you from lonely»