Travellers – A Bitter End – letras

No one is meant to sufferNo one is a self made traitorYou cheer for dead end solutionsWhile spiting at your demonsWhat if you were me for a dayCould you break the glassthat squares your lifeBe the norm, that’s what they saidI’d rather be no one and yet everyoneYour fears and your nightmaresYour prayers and I don’t care’sHave I left the poor morn lost and aloneAm I myself or a slave to my dreamsWhy was it so dark it’d flash beamsWhen I sang broke and atoneNo one is meant to sufferNo one is a self made traitorThey said it’s no goodThey told me I’m a foolTo compete in the ringThey haven’t seen me swingEverytime I pop somewhereI cannot be but aware of my surroundingsThe living and feelingThe crying and killing poor thingsI am at the pointWhere I tell myself that I won’t achieve a thingEven tho it’s within the reach of my handsAnd I’ve got the whole world waiting for me(And I’ve got the whole world waiting for me)No one is meant to sufferNo one is a self made traitorWhat if you were me for a dayCould you break the glassthat squares your life’Be the norm’, that’s what they saidI’d rather be your fears and your nightmaresYour prayers and I don’t care’sI cannot be but aware of my surroundingsLiving and feelingCrying and killing poor thingsthat swarm all over the earthWe, the travelersEmotions drive the walkersPain is not the enemy anymoreAnd as we live in soarOur fire sustainsA perfect picture fixed in my mindGuilty of holding onKept unrotten by the tale of our journeyAn unsoiled path that uncovers as we walk