lately the winds of change are telling me to go some where beyond where i have been no tiny victory will save me from myself my patience coming to and end cause they re all the same its never ending how the road it seems to wind no matter how hard i try to escape red moon of vegas sets on some poor suckers grave i say its better them then me i tried maunuvering through all the emptiness but i can t fight what i can t see cause im not the same its never ending how the road it seems to wind no matter how hard i try to escape we re all descending its the blind leading the blind some times i wish that i could change but im not the same i m not the same they re all the same i not the same no its never ending how the road it seems to wind no matter how hard i try to escape we re all descending its the blind leading the blind some times i wish that i could change but im not the same i m not the same