GHOST CREEK TURNPIKE

Crush me into dust

Growing weary of this form anyways

Just a blank shell waiting for the world to decay

In the millions lining up with hopes to be saved

Prayers from a rest stop bathroom off of 158

Oh well

Oh well, I know I prayed enough

New knife stuck we only remain as rust

(No soul)

Stay out of the rain and mud

These old .45 teeth turn a brain to dust now

Nah

See I ain't resting where they bury me

Headed for heaven, settle for lesser and sink with sedatives

I fall apart with the best of the best so effortlessly

Heavy weapon, war with a spectre

I see it burn to the ground

Oh well

The stars, they seem to shake

No slight while my hands are tied

I saw them die by the sword that they stand behind

In hell

As long as I'm awake

Pipe down like a pantomime

Set sights on a light and

Crush me into dust

And release my wretched corpse from the maze

In this blank shell waiting for the world to behave

In the millions lining up in hopes to be paid

Thoughts from a rest stop bathroom off of 158

Oh well

(Oh well)

(No slight while my—while my—no slight while my—)

(No slight while my hands—no slight while my—)

(Pipe down like a—pi—pipe down like a pantomime)

(Set sights on a light while I'm landing—)

Oh well

Rest down where we all decay

Let go when it falls to waste in my brain

Stakes round the grave

Dead to rites, a new world remains if I break

Rest down where we all decay

Let go when it falls to waste in my brain

Stakes round the grave

Dead to rites, a new world remains if I break

Oh well

The stars, they seem to shake

No slight while my hands are tied

I saw them die by the sword that they stand behind

In hell

As long as I'm awake

Pipe down like a pantomime

Set sights on a light while I'm landing blind