Текст песни
Driven to the edge, it s my turn to drive, driven to the edge of a deep
driven to a fool s paradise
Driven to the edge of control, driven up and down in circles, but it s my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of terror, staring in and out storm windows, on the thin end of the wedge
It s my turn to drive, staring in and out storm windows, driven to the edge of a deep
The road unwinds before me and i go riding on, driven day and night in circles Driven, staring in and out storm windows
By the road to somewhere i ve never been, the road unwinds before me and i go riding on
by things i ve never seen
Driven to the margin of error, but it s my turn to drive
Driven to the edge, driven to the edge of control, it s my turn to drive
By the road to somewhere i ve never been, driven to the edge
The road unwinds towards me what was there is gone, driven to a fool s paradise, driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge, driven to the margin of terror
stealing in and out back alleys
Stealing in and out back alleys, it s my turn to drive Driven, driven to a fool s paradise
The road unwinds towards me what was there is gone, driven to the margin of error
It s my turn to drive, by the road to somewhere i ve never been
by things i ve never seen
By the road to somewhere i ve never been, on the thin end of the wedge
by the road to somewhere i ve never been
Driven to the edge of a deep, skidding down a road of black ice
Driven to the margin of error, driven to the edge of control Rush, spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Driven to the margin of terror, but it s my turn to drive Rush, driven to the edge of control
Stealing in and out back alleys, staring in and out storm windows Driven, by things i ve never seen
Skidding down a road of black ice, stealing in and out back alleys
It s my turn to drive, by things i ve never seen Rush, the road unwinds towards me what was there is gone
It s my turn to drive, on the thin end of the wedge
Stealing in and out back alleys, the road unwinds towards me what was there is gone, driven to the margin of terror
Driven to a fool s paradise, by things i ve never seen Rush, driven to the margin of error