a voice that whispers to itself
a message carried in the wind
leads my path, no fuel but fear
a map made out of visions
visions of what is still to come
leads my path
the land where noone sleeps
answers comes to those who seek
no direction but out of here
the skys are piling up
leads my path, no fuel but fear
a message carried in the wind
leads my path, no fuel but fear
a map made out of visions
visions of what is still to come
leads my path
the land where noone sleeps
answers comes to those who seek
no direction but out of here
the skys are piling up
leads my path, no fuel but fear