Safer. Now You Turn On. SouthRoad. Zeneszám

On the path
No going back
Putting down both feet
For some belief
Will I see you there
With that relentless stare
Tearing limb from limb
All that's threatening

I'm tired of begging for my life

Out of the flock
Off that block
Traveling this southroad
All alone
On these south roads

(Thanks to bob for these lyrics)