Destination Desolation

Let the skipping record play
Through endless nights and repeated days
The world holds no pity, no sorrow, no sympathy

Let the skipping record play
Empty roads, deserted interstates
Our maps and atlases are leading us to nowhere

Destination Desolation
I've never felt more fucked than this
Nothing round' here but cornfields and graveyards
All the churches plastered with crosses
I could write the book on accepting losses
Just another white flag signal call of distress

Let the skipping record play
And be sure to keep us away
Be careful, cause we're soon approaching the edge of the city

Desolation Isolation
Caught in a crosswind of fate and luck
In a place of no departure and no return
Could it be impossible to investigate the plausible?
This was a milemarker and we were passing through
Passing through

So we go down the road where all journeys come to an end
To a place where we have to fend for ourselves
The bow is breaking and I'm not
Gonna keep on claiming that I can save it
This is the most alive I've ever been

These maps and atlases are leading us to nowhere
In a place of no departure and no return
We're walking down empty streets with no street signs to lead us home
This is a milemarker and were passing through

We're Coming
Right On Through
We're Soldiering
Right On Through
I'm Passing
Right On Through

So we go down the road where all journeys come to and end
Bottom feeding, and having to fend for ourselves
They say there's no hope
There's no hope for the midwest
So how can there be any hope left for us?