I stare down the long, dark road.
I see buildings pass me by, with tragedies on the side.
Nothing is pure here.
Everything is deviant.
The people who walk shadow their faces.
The buildings have destroyed walls and windows.
You'd think you were in Wonderland, with a place like this.
Wonderland, with a twist from hell.
The dark colors flood my eyes, but doesn't draw me from the truth.
I know what I'm driving through.
I'm going to end up somewhere, God only knows I won't wind up here.
When this tank of gas is dead and gone, there lies my fate.
I see malicious gangs, gathered with their guns.
I see drug-dealers, selling for an overpriced profit.
There is no hope here, and there is no light.
What is at the end of this road, may be the death of me.
However, I will ride it through on my travels through the dark city.