THOSE STRAINED HANDS CAN'T GRASP
AS HE CRAWLS FROM THE GUTTER
I WON'T LAST AND IT'S NOT GOOD
CAN'T EVEN SEE THE SIGHTS
AND MY HEADLIGHTS ARE BROKE
JUST A WORN-OUT SOUL AT THE END OF THE WORLD
AT THE SPEED OF THE BLACK LIGHT
JUST A WORN-OUT SOUL AT THE END OF THE WORLD
JUST A WORN-OUT SOUL AT THE END OF THE WORLD
JUST A WORN-OUT SOUL AT THE END OF THE WORLD
WOULD I HAVE MADE THE SAME CHOICES
WOULD I HAVE MADE THE SAME MISTAKES
WITHOUT YOU BREATHING DOWN MY NECK
THE STOOD BY MY SIDE TILL THE END
I'M AT THE EDGE OF REASON
I LIFT MY HANDS OFF THE WHEEL
I LET THE BLACK LIGHT GUIDE ME
I LIFT MY HANDS OFF THE WHEEL