 | Do you know what they say, About the red wild highway? The one that never gets to sleep And the reaper never gets to reap.
You've heard about it haven't you? Where to insanity it stays true? Did you know it has no end? There's nothing you can never send.
It has no end but it has a start, Beginning at where two skins part. Start it with a razor and start it slow, Then observe your highway begin to flow.
There's a small price but it's worth it indeed. Pain is what you pay to watch yourself bleed. Once it begins there is no way it can stop, But soon enough you'll see it begin to drop.
Not a way to stop it and this is no lie, Prepare yourself for you are surely to die. Just keep waiting until you see darkness fall, Trust me when i say there will be no fancy hall.
You shall see no light, no angel, no bell, For truthfully enough you've sent yourself to hell. The highway hasn't stopped but it has gotten very wide, All of this because of your selfish suicide. |  |