Won’t you get in the car Drive a thousand miles or blow my way Take it with you where the fun thing will never go away Like too much cocaine
Some things are better left behind They drag the others down She’ll always be [?] to tell stories Stories [?]
And this holy war
We suffered the world to live I need a second gear
Halon
To drag all of humanity down Killing the pride of a jester who wears the kings crown With blood on his brow
Won’t you get in the car Drive a thousand miles or blow my way Take it with you where the fun thing will never go away Like too much cocaine
We suffered the world to live I need a second gear
Halon
We suffocate As we radiate We suffocate Just to liberate the world from ourselves Save us from ourselves So we might come to find We’re all just fine As we fell we must twist it and shape Till it’s all that you wanted to be
