Underachiever - East Of The Wall

One might still sway on one road, a straight course

So what wreck unfolds a jagged knotted pile?

I don’t even know the way

Was the exit sign just a photograph of mine?

When we marked the lines, were we all just drunk?

One might creak and shudder away

Just pave the blood to the road

There’s no blame without records

No malice, no blame if there’s no past

No malice, no blame, with no past and no memories' weight

No malice, no blame, with no past and no name

No words, no deeds

Just smoke to cloud and dissolve