Thursday, January 21, 2016

The Trail

THE TRAIL - Written by Carroll Bryant 


Follow the trail that was left behind 
For you to follow the trail
Speak in the language that was taught 
To your mind 
In the tongue 
Look where you're going
It could be worse 
You know that you could be blind 
Follow the trail that you will never leave behind 

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves 
Succumb to our fears 
Bow to our slaves 
Try but we cannot escape 
Breathing ourselves to our graves 

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves 
Succumb to our tears 
Dwell in our ways 
Try but there's nothing to say
Breathing ourselves to our graves 

Follow the trail that was left behind 
For you to follow the trail
Speak in the language that was taught 
To your mind 
In the tongue 
Look where you're going
It could be worse 
You know that you could be blind 
Follow the trail that you will never leave behind

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves 
Succumb to our fears 
Bow to our slaves 
Try but we cannot escape 
Breathing ourselves to our graves 

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves 
Succumb to our tears 
Dwell in our ways 
Try but there's nothing to say
Breathing ourselves to our graves

There is no reason to follow the trail 
Heaven forbids it
And so does hell
It can't be measured with what you may think
Eyes are fooled by illusions of kings 

Follow the trail that was left behind 
For you to follow the trail

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves
Live for the moment
Die any day
Try but our souls can't be saved
Breathing ourselves to our graves 

And we're breathing our whole lives away 





 

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