What, lies, ahead
On your path
These routes, have changed
No use in any map
Fuse is lit and no it won't be stopped
Let me be a gentle wind 'til you find your rock
Til you find your rock
The curse, of, age
To know your pain
Freedom, a blade
That cuts when choice is made
Fuse is lit and no it can't be stopped
Let me be a gentle wind 'til you find your rock
Fuse is lit and no it can't be stopped
Let me be a gentle wind 'til you find your rock