in the end

im leaving home
set out
and roam
walk out of the perfect storm

may you end in heaven
were pain is no more
and may I hold your thoughts in hand

I wish my roads could lead to something more
and worth this while
when can I cover these scares
my wounds stay open and bleeding
wishes tend to be good

when I follow your path
does it end well
these answer I cant handle

can someone save us from ourselves
when did the machine replace the mind
I cant get away long enough

now when its over will I be standing
or on the ground
bullet though head
blood on floor
waiting to be found