Burnt Ice

Solo - Mustaine

He said he'd try just a little bit

Solo - Mustaine

He didn't want to end up like them

Solo - Drover

And now he blames the voices of a toothless wonder

Solo - Mustaine

Pounding on the door to make the next score

Solo - Drover

Anything for a hit, any sin to pay for it
For the next bowl, he'd sell his soul

Spiral to destruction, it's too late to break the spell
He wants the ride to stop on the freight train straight to hell
Without the truth he'll never find in a dungeon of his lies
His cause of death... high speed on burnt ice

Solo - Mustaine

Always looking at the ground, a broken, beaten man
Memories of his family are calling after him
He can hardly think, hardly walk
Phone keeps ringing, he can't talk
With just one hit the pain would go away
But he's dead if he does

Solo - Drover
Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Drover

Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes
Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia grows

Solo - Mustaine