Travel - From Autumn To Ashes

Next time we walk down to the docks while welcoming morning sun

Well share rations of bread with

Drifters and deceivers

Know I only see this hour after evenings of infamy

There are thousands of you like me

And you’ll be so so sorry

When you start to hate the sound of laughter

Grinding your teeth down to powder

And how rewarding is it just to be alive

We could have residence in the worst prison

That happens when you die and have friends to carry the casket

In the saddest procession

And those people say they’re sorry when your soul departs

But they recover oh so quick

There are thousands of you like me

And you’ll be so so sorry

When you start to hate the sound of laughter

Grinding your teeth down to powder

There are thousands of you like me

And you’ll be oh so so sorry

When you start to hate the sound of laughter

Grinding your teeth down to powder