Good grace of god and the people I love. They’re the ones who know the stories I don’t talk about much. These cold and dark pathways left my hands full of blood.
 It’s like my whole damn life I’ve been on the run. And I’ve been on the run. I sit in my bed and fear my own death,
 'Cause if I’m gone too soon, there’s so much left unsaid.
 And if one day you find me still young but cold,
 Let the world know somehow that my soul was still old. 'Cause these pathways that have carried my soul—
 Well, they’re dark and they’re broken, but it’s all that I’ve known.
 And this journey is so vicious and cold,
 Still, I wouldn’t trade it for the world or the home of my ghost. These pathways I’m on. Every step that I take feels like glass on my skin, Till’ I bleed it all out and have nothing left within.
 My heart’s full of dust and my mind’s in the wind,
 And I reach for your hand while I’m drowning in sin. 'Cause these pathways that have carried my soul— Well, they’re dark and they’re broken, but it’s all that I’ve known.
 And this journey is so vicious and cold,
 Still, I wouldn’t trade it for the world or the home of my ghost. These pathways I’m on.