Texty: Red Dons. Death To Idealism. Incomplete Action.

Although, it?s a dream living on the road
With wide eyes heading towards places unknown
But sometimes, sometimes it?s so cold
When the faces here lack the compassion of home

I lie awake, in a rusted euro-van
With people who hurt inside and find it hard to hide it at this time
And the people I know back home
Say they envy the road I?m on
But how could they know
There?s never been a time I felt so low

And Suddenly I feel like I can?t get up
Something comes over me
And I fell incomplete

Day and night I stay alone in a crowd
Longing friendship though old friends are around
So how, how could it be so
Well there?s no unity in this dream
I reached for it and found out its fiction

What a mistake to be here now
What a mistake to be here now

Incomplete actions are all that I?ve found
Poisoning everyone and thing that?s around
Only hope carries me from town to town
Were still I find I?m just alone in a crowd
Of locals having a time that I wish I knew
And unlike me they?ll have a home to go to
Unlike me
Man its fiction

Suddenly I feel like I can?t get up
Something comes over me
And I fell incomplete

So now I just lay here
?cause everything I had is dead inside this van