Rolling fast down I-35 Supersonic overdrive Rolling fast down I-35 Through the day and past the night Rolling fast down I-45 Get ahead, going 109 Rolling
skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains move in my path the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth My veins are anchored in this city
I am exploring the inside I find it desolate I do implore these confines Now as they penetrate, recreate me I'm hovering throughout time I crumble, in
I am singing at the party I am singing, it's my turn to sing at the party Everyone is dancing, happy, party But Ramses is not dancing, he does not dance
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? It's pretty clear, though
I waded through the darkest fields you'd imagine Your pretty face sketched on the barrel of my gun And I know you'll be the first to welcome me When I
It's my primary instinct to protect the child Girl singing in the wreckage My dress is torn, my hair is wild Girl singing in the wreckage My first kiss
Sing, sing, sing for the night Sing for your supper, sing for what's right Sing for the Holy Ghost, sing for yourself Sing for the blue sky above I'm
One more day, do you know how long? Voices out there say, "Sing your song" But all they ever see is the spotlight shining Never to know, I stand here
Young pretty hair, oh how'd you grow there What it is, what it is? Ain't no wonder at all You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth Like it is
These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Dreaming alone And I feel that someone Listens to me Angel for
Rollin' fast down I-35, Supersonic overdrive Rollin' fast down I-35, Thru the day and past the night Rollin' fast down I-45, I get ahead, goin' 109 Rollin
eh! pe stasera s'e' fatto tardi e' meglio ca levammo mano eh! ce ne jammo pero' che st'ultima canzone ve cantammo eh! pe stasera s'e' fatto tardi e'
No olvidas, te vengas (la piedad siempre te cae tan mal!) Caridad, compasion... Mortifican por tu falsedad Que pasa en tu nube hoy? Que ocurre en tu
Rollin' fast down I-35 supersonic overdrive. Rollin' fast down I-35, thru the day and past the night. Rollin' fast down I-45 I get ahead, goin' 109.
Onwards here; there's mud to feed And how many paving-stones? Times will tell when Samael is near And how many monikers more? And curse the dead ones
