the road to birmingham

his feet lay heavy on the road that led to birmingham

unseeing eyes

defeated cries

the mysteries of men. many hears

the helpless tears that leave the troubled brow

a man once tall

he fought them

but he is older now. for in your youth

you think the truth will always win the game

some men are kings

some men are rook

some men are pawns to blame

but if your skin is colored black

well the dice are hidden in

the minds of fools who twist the rules

so you can never win

birmingham

birmingham

underneath your face

there's nothing but a space - you're hollow. unlighted sky

begins to cry

the shabby coat is weak

and homes with windows dressed in warmth

and mouths that never speak

his mind is dead

his visions spread that pass before his feet

and thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street

goodnight my friend

this is the end

you'll never cry again

you'll never have to smile away the bastards and the pain

is it too late

or can you wait to take another turn

and walk together down that road that leads to birmingham

birmingham

birmingham

underneath your face

there's nothing but a space - inside you. birmingham

birmingham

underneath your face

there's nothing but a space - you're hollow