Drive

No trace,
No hollow place at the destination you go.
This kind of a hell aint worth of you.
So,
Burn and purify,
Leave it all to catch your crown,
This kind of a hell aint worth of you.

In drive the fear within.
The bleeding hurst but you are there.

Youre flame, the highest pain but I cant feel it pushing through.
This kind of a hell aint worth of us.
Youre 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 devils spin,
The screamin hurts but you wont hear.

Hate to make it all end like this in the luxury of drive.