In the never ending open road of life
here i stand alone like a tree
i have no memories of the past
not a faint souvenier with me
my destiny has deceived me
it seems like i've been cheated by myself
even my shadow has left me
luck & fate of which i could'nt careless
but all these things make me fearless
Since im the man with no identity
i've nothing to worry about
the god which people believe in
is as worthless as mud to me
thinking what worse could i go through
i stop caring about everything
now,with no hope,no drama,no twist
i'm just a living corpse
you cannot bury me 6 feet under
cuz i've already been there,but
i rose from my grave to haunt the dead
trying to hold on to what i've got
i still hope to gain life
but it'll never happen
cuz i laid the god in his death bed.
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