You're Never Going Back
By Zurri
I came down the Bree-town streets,
Met the swindlers, the liars and the cheats,
And I sang; "You'll be on your backs!"
Decried them, put them under my boot,
"There's no rally horn you can toot!"
And I rang; "Spit out my track!"
“Where is thee, the one too free,
To paint in red and wage war against me?!”
And I howled; then I crack.
'Cos when you go down the last road,
You do not even pack.
Walk away from the hope behind you,
You're never going back.
Robbed me, had me shook,
But I’ll make him regret what he so happily took,
And I'll rage; "You're all out of time!"
Root them out, every damn one,
Till I end the man who dares think he's won,
And I’ll win; I'll commit my crime.
Incensed, out of sense,
Just my madness and me pinned by a cast iron fence,
And my heart; without a rhyme.
'Cos when you go down the last road,
You do not even pack.
Walk away from the hope behind you,
You're never going back.
Need them, too sorry to see,
That the one with their blood on his hands is me,
And I fell; got what I deserve.
He can't breathe, puts grief on the shelf,
Lets the dust gather thick as he forsakes himself.
Break glass avoid water,
If you can’t see him then ne’er will you falter.
His eyes will cry, his lip will quiver,
His heart will bleed and his bones will shiver.
He'll hide and bury it all,
Under shrouds and disguises but ne'er a call,
Then I'm free; but I died.
'Cos when you go down the last road,
You do not even pack.
Walk away from the hope behind you,
You're never going back.
