[Verse 1]

Looking out upon the highway

Already two hundred and fifty miles gone

I take my first taste of freedom

And I've never felt so alive, yeah

And out of the corner of my eye, I see a woman

Well, she was more radiant than I ever could have imagined

And she was singing, "What's wrong with you?"

[Pre-Chorus]

What is the problem

With drinking whiskey and smoking weed?

Live within the system

If you don't like it, well fucking leave

[Chorus]

Well, get me back, get me back on the road

I met the devil and I sold my soul

'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey)

Come along now, I need a fix

You're my puzzle, and my pieces fit

'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey)

[Verse 2]

The nights in the desert paint pictures

That aren't always what they seem

The dust kicking up all around

It makes this shit come on like a whirlwind

And she stands up on the hood of her car

And she screams to all the demons and murderers

[Pre-Chorus]

I wanna see chaos, wanna see victims

Be one with the pain

The power of our redemption

Suppresses the memories of tragedy

Oh, give me what I need

Let me drift away

Where all the troubles, all my troubles

Are so far away

[Chorus]

Well, get me back, get me back on the road

I met the devil and I sold my soul

'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey)

Come along now, I need a fix

You're my puzzle, and my pieces fit

'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey)

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]

Well, get me back, get me back on the road

I met the devil and I sold my soul

'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey)

Come along now, I need a fix

You're my puzzle, and my pieces fit

'Cause everything and everyone is on (Hey, hey, hey)

[Bridge]

Everyone is so comprimised

That they will never be (The chosen ones)

Everyone is so comprimised

That they will never be (The chosen ones)

Everyone is so comprimised

That they will never be (The chosen ones)

Everyone is so comprimised

That they will never be (The chosen ones)

[Outro]

You all feel like you've been put down?

You've all been fucking compromised

You've all been sold (The chosen ones)

Your soul is ruined

How does it feel to be numbered?

And to be one in a million

Just another statistic in failure (The chosen ones)

Once again, you are compromised

Enslaved, mindless

Cut off from something else, someone else (The chosen ones)

Living off somebody else's dream

Somebody else's hard work (The chosen ones)

You are the compromised

How does it feel?

How does it feel to be numbered?