Song | Drive |
Artist | Charon |
Album | The Dying Daylights |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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. |
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. |
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. |