Judgment Day - Steve Hill

The different roads that lead to hell

And the trips along the way

The culmination of forgotten nights

Tracing the path as clear as day

Tracing the path

The longings and the appetites

Left but a memory of what I used to be

If I think back to when I was a child

I can’t believe that was me

And I roam and I wonder

Alone

Alone

Yeah I roam never having a home

And I fear the price to pay on Judgment Day

All the times that I went astray

Have taken so much along the way

That when I think of what’s left of me

I can’t remember what I used to be

And I roam… afficher plus