The Folding Road (Genghis Tron)

By now... by now we've cut our teeth on concrete Faced the bruising road he said "tonight I'll send you home" Threads like us we're taut Stretched we're deathly long By fate we fray The ground howls The road folds The sand pulls As we scrape no cities hear us the ground lies ready: "I lie, I lie steady," the growing desert preaches "I hit, I hit heavy-weighted with fate by fate you'll fray" Threads go on and on and on Stretched along the roads we plague They go on