Road ahead (unremastered)

There's a road ahead of me There's a different mode in the head of me There's a road ahead of me There's a different mode in the head of me There's a different mode in the head of me Clock ticking when you tick over the painted lines It's a long road with short times God will keep me from going over the deadlines When I'm done he'll give me the last blood-red signs Clock ticking when you tick over the painted lines It's a long road with short times God will keep me from going over the deadlines When I'm done he'll give me the last blood-red signs (He'll give me the last bloodred signs) Whether it's a dirt road or a street In mud six feet deep In a roll-cage Jeep Or a Cali corner cliff bestowed far steep He is the one who will fix and tow me cheap He towed crashed loads of cars like truckloads of sheep We break the law he bode; we're still all to keep Thou can die in the sea where an eye port If there weren't last signs of my Lord there would be no meaning of any kind or sort Whether you die or commit crime on this road you will still face thy court Airplane or airport You better ride safe 'cause departs cut mine short That's who I need his support Clock ticking when you tick over the painted lines It's a long road with short times God will keep me from going over the deadlines; When I'm done he'll give me the last blood-red signs Clock ticking when you tick over the painted lines It's a long road with short times God will keep me from going over the deadlines When I'm done he'll give me the last bloodred signs For all the laws broke forever in a cage I will be So he bails me out of prison there's no fee When souls are bought back they are free Sounds of my record people do or don't hear or see There will still be a buzz in my ear like a bee In regret I only fall to one knee They can't see the orange suit there will still be A chain stuck on my skin like a flea Turn the bars to an anchor at sea Like white people in Boston spilling the tea Gossiping about thee I know it's hard when the waves get heavy in your hardship You get scarred you fall on your face and hard slip Like this car you lose control on a road trip On this trail you fall and stumble in a puddle of blood drip Whether I break down or the car flip I'd still get up and I'll speak tongue with a cleft lip On this dark road ahead there's snow that's bright I see in sight I gotta fight I'm running to where I see a light I look at the snow dripping blood on the snow that's white If demons get in the way I'll kill them with the words I write And the demons crawl and bite The mask protecting my face like an orthodox knight I got Jesus on my right; that's why the demons to me left Satan locks my wrist with chains in theft In chains my strong hands deft I'm be-left In chains I pray with my hands cleft I won't sell my soul too bereft You'll remember thoughts down death ave like a bird past caw In this road you think of years in a day from what you last saw Thoughts in your head you try to draw You look through the hay from what could be your last straw On this last road you remember things in awe The times you broke the law And instead of love in yourself instead you see a broke flaw Sometime on this slick road you gotta shut off sport mode Slipping is eerie in the slip; eerie slope Feels pretty but the glare ice is white like dope The snow white like the Pope Snow ain't right with a blood soak Don't let the bars slide over your head like hotel soap Is it a sharp pain or a choke? Your head pokes through the windshield you got glass around your neck it's a rope Now it's the last stop sign; there's blood all over the black coat On this dark road ahead there's snow that's bright I see in sight I gotta fight I'm running to where I see a light On this dark road ahead there's snow that's bright I see in sight I gotta fight I'm running to where I see a light I see that light I see that light I gotta fight I see that light