Pentagram - 8

Seen down every path of dark road Just Breaking myself taking too much load Seen taking too much load Too many weights resting on my back Had to look between the folds just for what I lacked Just for what I lacked Climbed up a tree without any limbs And overlooked my life 'til the lights got dim 'til the lights got dim I saw no signs and no real true love No wheel to steer to the roof up above To the roof up above You'll never reach the clouds if you don't take the bait Ain't no light in a tunnel that's a figure eight, yeah As my motor grew weak, I hopped a four horse guide But disguised for a transport, I almost died Yeah, alright.