Word has it all these miles we walked till now are lies
Unlived past and self cut scars all the laws were highs
See these tracks we are leaving deep in ground
Filled with sticks and glass strict marks to lead and guide
No need to rush now
So see the legs are old and wounded up to the knees
The tracks so deepened need heavy steps where they lead
But no need to rush now boy hear what's blown by the wind
Our lies are the music is the dust we shake if you please
No need to rush now
Word has it all these miles we walked till now are lies
The truth you fear our faith our love is so in sight
If you choose this path the way becomes you boy right
Reason to live to die to be far and homeward bound
No need to rush now
We walk on these sticks and glass
Blessed are our weakened legs
Blessed are our scared hearts
You got to walk on this sacred road
To see where we belong
Where we come from
What we call home
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A very unique sound. A blender of Alice in Chains / Mike Patton vocals, with awesome riffs, some jazz for good taste. And you guys are even better live! Unique metal that is hard to come by nowadays. ljuk67