(Composição: Bruce Dickinson e Adrian Smith) Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding Like a swirling vulture on your face Every hour the unseen rays devour Your screaming eyes cry out, but they are blind Father forgive me my sins, give me the nails, I’ll hammer them in The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Down the lefthand highway with no sinister regrets Brave new world of secret fantasy That hovers just beyond your bloody grasp Close enough to thrill, the danger of the kill Price for failure of your will Father forgive us our sins, ‘cause we are the junkies Who never can win The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Down the lefthand highway with no sinister regrets Father forgive me my sins, give me the nails, I’ll hammer them in The road to hell is full of good intentions Parody of hope is the one that I must kill We all have to live with our family inventions Down the lefthand highway with no sinister regrets The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Down the lefthand highway with no sinister regrets
