Crossroads - Buku Remix

This is the road I cannot follow
 The bitter pill I cannot swallow
 And all the fences start to mend
 And all the edges getting hemmed
 I still can't sleep
 (repeat)
 All these stillborn ideas
 Weapons confiscated
 Gonna need to float
 Till this gravity's abated
 And I've spent some time
 Sweeping up the ashes scattered by this fire
 And there's no incentive
 in these smoke damaged memories
 Pretty pictures scarred by the flames of what can never be
 Spent some time
 Sweeping up the ashes from this fire
 This is the road I cannot follow
 The bitter pill I cannot swallow
 What do you do? How do you sleep?
 When your worst nightmare is reflected in the eyes of the company you keep?