It seems to hearing talks
Weepings and moans
Anytime, I swear
Too hot and too cold
I hear they call me
Down the road
But there's a lone feel
Deceiving the folks...
In this Misery Trail...
In the Misery Trail...
Come along we now
Is better to know
Is better recall
You keep on walk while losing the soul
Confused, melted, then left alone...
'Cos anytime you try to find a path
The reason realizes you still belong to here
Then you feel the cold!
Down the Misery Trail...
In the Misery Trail...
Come along we now
Is better to know
Is better recall
Give me the cure!
Give me the cure!
Give me the
Cure! (Cure!) Cure! (Cure!)
Cure! (Cure!) Cure! (Cure!)
Cure! (Cure!) Cure! (Cure!)
Cure! (Cure!) Cure! (Cure!)
Find me the cure!
Find me the cure!