Nomad

Let’s play a game
In a rock-paper-scissor pace
Yeah right fellow
All the crowd yell out
Hit the drum bellow
Loud guitars, no cello
Blasting outta my fucking head

We go back on the road
All ways lead to rome
Onto the end of the edge of the world
Back on the road
All ways lead to rome
Onto the edge

As long as I feel alive
‘Til when the time arrives
I will never low the voice
Blurring down my sight
To memorize a line
It’s now or never, hold it on

All our time is passing by
Things that are always going on
It’s now or never, glow it up

So let’s play again
With a bit more of feeling
Keeps blasting outta my fucking head

We go back on the road
All ways lead to rome
Onto the end of the edge of the world
Back on the road
All ways lead to rome
We're not on the edge

You brag on yourself
Like I give a shit
Whatever you think
Social posting up your ass
Got the newest fashion fast

Lack of sense of digital press
Trendings first, reality last
Always on the same
Why turning the fucking page?