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I’m On My Way…
There is famine in the land
The sick are ready and fully alive
We walk down the streets picketing
We’re on our way to sinful land
We’re sick and broke
Let’s take over what belongs
Because my brain is hurting slow
I might just explode
I’m on my way to sinful land
I’m on my way…
I can just feel the pain revolving in my head
And I love it…
I’m on my way…
I feel the emptiness there’s shortage in the land
Lack of love, lack of things, lack of everything
I am blessed because I’m in the fast lane
I’m on my way… and I love it
Sarcastic laughs, tenebrous nights
Nothing left in store, running out of souls
Too tired to complain and moan
I’ll just sit here and love
I’m on my way to sinful land
I’m on my way…
I can just feel the pain revolving in my head
And I love it…
I’m on my way…
