the wrong turn

There is the crash

Of the blindness in the score

When it never tell the truth

The way of the wrong turn

We keep on asking

It can't be gone hiding

The truth has to come

Even the risk of going to prison

It is for the nation

She is crying every night

When she listens to all the bad

She can't take another lie

There is the crash

The members still sleeping

They don't feel in their bones

They only see the money wagon

It's the end of the road

The limit of the destination

Over the hill and slope

There is the crash

The black smoke rising

The cries of help down the hill

Nobody will come through this way

They make their own so they will cry

Will the members wake up?

Listen to the advice before it is too late

The destination is on its final stop

Beyond it is the crash; it's the crash