a million words ten thousand faces cant make a sense of whats in they say when someone goes through here and left no traces no light just dark confusing race and as it falls begins to clear a voice you dont know whispers in your ear if you keep going down this burn out track you better know right now you aint ever coming back look up your head a hundred years now look back and tell me what you see when men send the gods and always end in tears and no one knows what it is to be truly free baby boy dont leave your ways i cant tell when you end your days if you keep going down this burn out track you better know right now you aint ever coming back turn the wheel put the foot down hard sounds hollow but there aint no cars dont look round the seas already sawn i guess you always known when the deal is blown baby boy you dont mend your ways no one knows when you end your days if you stop to think whats really going on you make out your tips of a shape of things to come and as the smoke begins to clear a voice you dont know whispers in your ear if you keep going down this burn out track no one knows if you ever coming back you aint ever coming back you aint coming back