Song Lyrics
Driven to the margin of terror, driven to another den of thieves
Driven day and night in circles, it s my turn to drive Driven, by things i ve never seen
Driven up and down in circles, driven to a fool s paradise
driven day and night in circles
By things i ve never seen, driven to the margin of terror
It s my turn to drive, staring in and out storm windows
The road unwinds before me and i go riding on, driven to the margin of error
driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge, by things i ve never seen, stealing in and out back alleys
driven up and down in circles
spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
the road unwinds before me and i go riding on
It s my turn to drive, driven day and night in circles, driven to the edge
by things i ve never seen
It s my turn to drive, driven to the edge
spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Driven to the margin of error, staring in and out storm windows Rush, driven day and night in circles
driven to the edge of control
But it s my turn to drive, staring in and out storm windows Driven, spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Driven to a fool s paradise, spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
stealing in and out back alleys
the road unwinds towards me what was there is gone
Stealing in and out back alleys, by the road to somewhere i ve never been
By things i ve never seen, driven to the edge Rush, by the road to somewhere i ve never been
Driven to the margin of terror, driven day and night in circles Rush, driven to the edge of control
driven to the edge
stealing in and out back alleys
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves, the road unwinds towards me what was there is gone, it s my turn to drive