Virus Road

 What else can I say
But "How do I get outta here?"

 Waiting inside is no more fun,
'Cause tonight I know I've won.
God is such a suicide.
What else can I do but hide?

 What else can I say
But "How do I get outta here?"

 What is there left?
But freedom, ride free. Will I be free?
When will I be free? Yeah!

 God, tonight is so unsure,
It's helped me through any door.
God is such a heavy load.
What's left on this virus road?

 What else can I say?
But "How do I get outta here?"

 What else is there left?
But freedom?
Rage on top of me. (Brings some comforting???)
I have won.
I have won.
Freedom!
Yes, I have won, woah, yeah!