this road shall not be paved, i will stand alone
renegade to friends i've made & traitor to my home
the sun won't ever shine on me again
and here they will hate my name
/but this empty space will one day overflow
with the dust of all the decent places i would ever know
a man from hell can agree; that if God has a plan for even me
then He must have another for the world
/i turned on all that was good
when they left me out in the cold
i got 30 damned pieces of silver
for the city with a heart of gold
/why assume the aliens are in cahoots with angels?
ghosts and demons cry, i can hear them by the painful
singin' 'sin weary, guiltridden, borderline, frostbitten'
everywhere that i go