Текст Rotting Out – End Of The Road

As I drive away with all these scars on my face,
I can’t look back because it reminds me of darkest days.
Nights so hard and cold where I felt all alone
and it seems for some reason I just can’t let go.

There’s a city that I love and hate.
It stays with me every goddamn day.
There’s an unknown road no matter where I go.
I’ll always know that I’ll come back home. x2

It’s 5 am and I can see the sun rise.
From LA to Boston trying to find piece of mind.
The windchill kept me up with a kiss.
Aaron was right, I never knew a bliss like this.
So I share words with an old friend of mine,
the same son who’s old man taught the sun to shine.
The greatest part of him was laid to rest.
As fast as we rise, we sink with the city we know best.

There’s a city that I love and hate.
It stays with me every goddamn day.
There’s an unknown road no matter where I go.
I’ll always know that I’ll come back home. x2

Now I’m sitting here, trying not act so scared.
Where are the answers that I asked for all these years?
Could it really be that the street lights lied to me?
Is sunken city where I need to be?

So baby girl leave the light on.
Tell the boy I’m coming home
to the city of pain and fallen Angels,
the city that dwells at the end of the road. x2

There’s a city that I love and hate.
It stays with me every goddamn day.