Only the gods know, They're looking right through you Straight into the eyes of a dead man There isn't enough hours in the day... What will be seen, When your world comes crashing down? Staring in the eyes of a gone man No more fuckin' time left on your side -(On your side...)- [Chorus] All of your hopes & dreams don't mean shit! All that's left is, now, to nowhere I believe: Do anything at all costs You must believe: Not all who wander are lost Tied to the tree of woe, so woe to you In front of the man with the dead eyes With a choir of faith, there's still hell to pay Not enough hours in the day Hell of patience to be paid So, who's left to wonder? In the wake of destruction, get made [Chorus] (alt L1: "...never meant shit!") ...Something, somewhere, injects the eye ...Texas nights! ...Defines the sky!