I have no choice, no choice   So I travel till my days are done   We have no voice, no voice   Still we're glad we've made it this far      I was walking down the road yesterday   But it seems the road has gone away   I'm lost and loney and I feel so weak   My legs are tired and I have to eat      In this forest all the trees are shrooms   So I'm left to wander in the gloom   They make my eyelids feel like stone cold led   So now the time has come to listen to the sounds...      in my head