Без дороги домой.

The ones who hate you always find each other.

I'm the poison you can never taste.

You picked this hill to take me to war And this is where you will die You're outgunned and outnumbered And there's plenty more room in hell I've got a sickle and a pale horse to ride You want a monster, and now I've arrived Better nail down the hand that feeds you Before it becomes a fist

You can only stare up at me I'll be looking down on you forever

Every time you open your mouth We can see how ugly you are inside Every time you open your mouth We can see how ugly you are inside

The road to heaven feels like hell.

As I walk around these places I get used to the same old faces

As I walk around these places, I get used to the same old faces.

As I walk around these places, I get used to the same old faces.

Somewhere between keepin' it together and gettin' on with it, I forgot what I was doin' all this for.

Idk why, but tonight's one of those nights when Lana's songs are the only thing keeping me sane.

Idk why, but tonight's one of those nights where Lana's songs are the only thing keeping me sane.

There's a part of me that's never really belonged to anybody or anywhere. Quiet, stubborn, hard to reach. I can spend a whole day surrounded by people and still feel like I'm somewhere miles away, watchin' it all from a distance. Ain't sadness, not exactly. Just somethin' in me that don't know how to settle for a life that feels borrowed. Maybe I'll spend a long time tryin' to figure out where the hell I'm supposed to be. Until then, I'll keep movin'. I reckon some things ain't meant to be figured out all at once. Maybe I just gotta quit lookin' for a place that makes sense to everybody else, and find one that feels right to me.