When I was a kid I took a trip around the world Trying to make a statement, trying to impress some girl Drawing up a map of All the places I love A list of everywhere I wished I could stay So maybe I could find my way back someday The road to right The road to right The road to right The road to right To right Over time my atlas took a pretty ugly shape There was certain things I found that I could not escape Everywhere I went was blank and cold I became afraid to see the map unfold The road to right The road to right The road to right The road to right And everywhere I ran towards And everywhere I wandered, I was there I was there In every window, every mirror In every drop of rain I found a way straight to hell The map I drew was of myself I found a way straight to hell The map I drew was of myself I found a way straight to hell The map I drew was of myself I found a way straight to hell The map I drew was of myself I found a way (found a way) straight to hell (straight to hell) The map I drew was of myself (the map I drew was of myself) I found a way (found a way) straight to hell (straight to hell) The map I drew was of myself (the map I drew was of myself)