Marked Unknown

He didn't hit the breaks before he glanced upon the meter

Each mile a brilliant monument to every time she cheated.

And arguments and Parliaments helped to pack his bags tonight

So he left at 10 and waited for a sign.

The cigarette butt in his lips was hanging on for life

It fell into his lap although he just ignored the fire

And the radio played faithful songs that made him cry again

So he took something that took that pain away.

And the time he left, is still unknown

And he will pray for answers nobody will know

And the time he left, is still unknown

Yet we're regretful to mark this man unknown.

It was dark and empty as his car filled up with gas

His heart strapped in a seatbelt, and his head in broken glass

With his finger on the trigger, he wept, "I guess I'm coming home,"

While the bloody seat stayed quiet and alone.

And the time he left is still unknown

As he will pray for answers nobody will know

But the time of death is marked unknown

As they all claim that this disaster was his own

But the time of death is marked unknown

The offices claim this disaster was his own.

And the time of death is marked unknown

So mark him, unknown

But the time of death is marked unknown

The offices claim this disaster was his own.

And the time of death is marked unknown

So mark him, mark him, unknown