Path Lyrics

The ways of suffering are
Beautifully diverse
You can be in a golden palace
Or in a rotten shithole
It can be a luxury dame
Or a filthy whore
It gets everyone
Ways of public desolation
Together alone
Everyone is special
But nobody is at home

Soul absence
Self unwanted
Victim fashion
Comfort over all

If you don't fill the role
The suit gets tighter than hell
And they say you're an outlaw
Only survival of the conscious