From Autumn To Ashes
"Travel"

Next time we walk down to the docks while welcoming the morning sun
we'll share rations of bread with
drifters and deceivers know i only see this hour after evenings of infamy

there are thousands of you like me
and youll be so so sorry

when you start to hate the sound of laughter
grinding your teeth down to powder

how rewarding is it just to be alive
we could have residence in the worst prison
that happens when you die and have no friends to carry casket in the saddest procession
and those people often say theyre sorry when your soul departs but they recover oh so quick