Roads - Vampires On Tomato Juice

carry us in your motherly hand

go with us into foreign lands

lonely as you are

you carry us you go with us felt countless souls passing by saw every cloud along the sky — along the sky

this roads

made of tarmac

not a beauty

there for us full of duty

potholes cover you like scars

you bore the tanks in all the wars

build by the hands of the past

you´ll find the only freedom at last

you carry us away — away from you/here

heat hazes over your skin

you cannot scream and can´t give in build by bloody hands

driving our demands

would you

would you

take me to take me to a place to rest

would you

would you

lead my path

in this enigmatic test

would you please take me away from here