Gonna leave this life I known so long, Gon' shake my family tree Take the road less travelled on and take the spirit lead Make no prints to follow, Gon' leave no trace to track Hold no hope for him who stays, he won't be comin' back He may beg forgiveness before he asks for more Staring down into the eyes of the ghosts upon the floor When asked a simple question he stands waiting for a sign Waitin still, he never will Know what lies just beyond Numb regret, the sun will set 'fore he steps upon The Road to Gone Asked a man on his return "What is it lies ahead?" He muttered something under his breath rose up from souls undead "No words can ever know it, 'cept see it for his own, But Hell won't take no souls that bones bring willing into gone Life is for the living, boys never grow to men If they ain't got the will to take to Killing for a Stand 'Cept at Gone your end will come from your own Killing hand Those who come will be undone, holding onto what they know Better men I'd of bet to win Turned cold within by the Hurt at Gone Those who stay will give away The Rites of Cleansing Raze To bend their backs in fallow fields with Men afraid to face The Hurt at Gone