T R A V E L E R S

No one is meant to suffer
No one is a self made traitor
You cheer for dead end solutions
While spiting at your demons
What if you were me for a day
Could you break the glass that squares your life
Be the norm, that’s what they said
I’d rather be no one and yet everyone
Your fears and your nightmares
Your prayers and I don’t care’s
Have I left the poor morn lost and alone
Am I myself or a slave to my dreams
Why was it so dark it’d flash beams
When I sang broke and atone

No one is meant to suffer
No one is a self made traitor

They said it’s no good
They told me I’m a fool
To compete in the ring
They haven’t seen me swing
Everytime I pop somewhere
I cannot be but aware of my surroundings
The living and feeling
The crying and killing poor things

I am at the point
Where I tell myself that I won’t achieve a thing
Even tho it’s within the reach of my hands
And I've got the whole world waiting for me
(And I've got the whole world waiting for me)

No one is meant to suffer
No one is a self made traitor
What if you were me for a day
Could you break the glass that squares your life
'Be the norm', that’s what they said
I’d rather be your fears and your nightmares
Your prayers and I don’t care’s
I cannot be but aware of my surroundings
Living and feeling
Crying and killing poor things that swarm all over the earth
We, the travelers

Emotions drive the walkers
Pain is not the enemy anymore
And as we live in soar
Our fire sustains

A perfect picture fixed in my mind
Guilty of holding on
Kept unrotten by the tale of our journey
An unsoiled path that uncovers as we walk