Drukuj
Drive
Artysta: Charon
No trace,
No hollow place at the destination you go.
This kind of a hell ain`t worth of you.
So,
Burn and purify,
Leave it all to catch your crown,
This kind of a hell ain`t worth of you.
In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.
You`re flame, the highest pain but I can`t feel it pushing through.
This kind of a hell ain`t worth of us.
You`re queen,
The star of the blind and you keep fading out.
This kind of a hell we built to last.
This kind of a hell burns high in:
In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.
Drive the devil`s spin,
The screamin` hurts but you won`t hear.
Hate to make it all end like this in the luxury of drive.
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