The Road to Seeder Hollow

Sitting by a fire
He feels a phantom pain
Like a lesser evil within the limb

Heart like a drum
Clicking along and within
Doubts and fears are coming alive

Days are numbered
The shock breaks the mirror
Like little gray hairs upon your head
Can't outrun destiny

Warrior tribes
And a psycho up ahead
Fate seems to be easily amused

Passing towns
Taking life on the way
He softly said enough is enough

Days are numbered
The shock breaks the mirror
Like little gray hairs upon your head
Can't outrun destiny

All these things
Don't dictate who wanders
Only the souls that remain in transit

Hours shelved
He lies above the valley
In wait to rectify his last mistake