Driving around the city with my head down low, low.

Yeah .
Left lean, eyes low, cause I'm nauseous.
Right now I'm lost, drifting away in the darkness.
Echo, echo.
Echo, echo.
I've got the devil in my blood stream and I'm so high, but it just won't go away.
-just won't go away-
Too much stress, my hands keep shaking, death knocking on my chest.
Can't let it rest.
Flashing lights, down on the road.
For like, there's nothing here left that can save my soul.
Hope they playing my songs when I'm dead and I'm gone.
Cause I don't know if I'm gonna make it home.
-So now I'm just-