| Only the gods know |
| They’re looking right through you |
| Straight into the eyes of a dead man |
| There isn’t enough hours in the day |
| What will be seen |
| When your world comes crashing down |
| Staring in the eyes of a gone man |
| No more f**kin' time left on your side, on you side |
| All of your hopes and dreams — don’t mean shit! |
| All that’s left is, now to nowhere |
| I believe do anything at all costs |
| You must believe |
| Not all who wander are lost |
| Tied to the tree of woe, so woe to you |
| In front of the man with the dead eyes |
| With a choir of faith there’s still hell to pay |
| Not enough hours in the day |
| Hell of patience to be paid |
| So who’s left to wonder? |
| In the wake of destruction, get made |
| All of your hopes and dreams — never meant shit! |
| All that’s left is, now to nowhere! |
| I believe, do anything at all costs |
| You must believe |
| Not all who wander are lost! |
| Something, somewhere, injects the eye |
| Texas! Nights! Defines the sky! |