I am still driving on this fucking road
and this taste of blood in my mouth works well as fuel
I still can handle this situation
but everytime i pray to be in a better and solid place
the graves are calling my name
the graves are calling my fucking name
I am looking for the moment to make my heart beat right again
beat right again
it seems that i know I know every mile cause I am awake
I am awake til the day I die
the graves are calling my name
the graves are calling my fucking name
I will keep on cruisin on this right way of the road