Of all the roads I took the less travelled,
Burnt everything along the way,
Paid no mind where the other roads led.
Let nothing in my way sway,
No bugs to drain my blood,
No monsters to devour my will.
Only the shadows stayed along the road,
Danced all the way to express the thrill
Of a dead man walking, drowing in jealousy.
Everything's over, the world is no more,
And here I am, pressing further my envy
For those able still in her skies to soar.
Of all the roads I took the less travelled,
Burnt every bridge along the way,
Laid down in a clearing, death accepted.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence - Ryuichi Sakamoto
