Hooded Fang
Highway Steam
Even in the holidays I can feel your burning hellEtching up rusty maps that take you to nowhereIt hits you sideways but you feel it in the backHidden in the coattails of a long remembered trialOh I hear the devils being calledAnd you, you are inspired by it allFinding a response is like purchasing a prayerStumbling around somewhere looking for a place to sitWhere are you looking to when the temperature is rising?And who are you looking to in the darkness of your age?Oh I hear the devils being calledAnd you, you are inspired by it allYou know that that things we saycut through the air like a cold wind callingI know that the highway steamruns through our veins at the break of reason
From Letras Mania