Dark Roasted Rock. Served in Your Face.

 

Dead End Street


Something for the pain
to get you going
You're gasping for breath
and wish the wind was blowing
You’ve had your share
of the toxic air
All doors are closed
You’re left in despair

Everything was done
without you knowing
There’s nothing new under the sun
and no point in slowing down

It's too late to turn back
and find your way
You're on a dead end street
She led you astray
It's too late to turn back
and find your way
You're on a dead end street
and there'll be the devil to pay

Pain
Constant and growing
You’ve been hiding in grey
But your true colours are showing
One thing is for sure
It’s time to kill or cure
The circus is in town
But you don’t wanna be the clown