you prayed to have
your name scattered on the lips of the young
now you claim
that its you on the tips of their tongue
if you`re proud
of what you had to kill to get your thrill
well,i bet it stings
to give up everything and realize
they dont want you
its a lonely road where the forgotten goes
where your misery finds its company
its a long way down to the sacred ground
where the reaper's playing for keeps
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
the hollow sound
is ringing where your heart used to beat
have you found
that your admiration will never set you free
get your lies
prepared your next in line for judgement day now
aren't you praying aren't you begging
that you're anyone else
its a lonely road where the forgotten goes
where your misery finds its company
its a long way down to the sacred ground
where the reaper's playing for keeps
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.