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Text: Autumn Offering (The). Revelations Of The Unsung. Last Desperado.


There's no coming home when you're on the way to the end
Say our last goodbyes holding in all that we can
And we both know that I'm scared of leavin
There's no need to show it, just set me on my way

Here I kneel screaming for an answer
While god just turns his other check
As I move from this world
Realizing what was meant to be

Point... me in the right direction
And let me wander until I find my reason
If you don't hear from me by this time tomorrow
Don't worry cause its all over

I'll have known what I died for
With hope you will find your way without me
But dont give up until you find that reason

I'll be watching over you all
With a deaf ear to your cries

There's no coming home when you're on the way to the end
Say our last goodbyes holding in all that we can
And we both know that I'm scared of leavin
There's no need to show it, just set me on my way

Here I kneel screaming for an answer
While god just turns his other check
As I move from this world
Realizing what was meant to be
What was mean to be...